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Oct 18
I still hate how the sky bathes in a burning hue,
all shades of red on a canvas of blue,
I hate how it makes my stomach churn,
my eyes burn,
all the while reminding me of you.

-A poem to the guy who explored my body and killed my soul,
while I begged for him to let go,
on a sunset, I'll forever know.

(M.I.)
Munia Islam
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Munia Islam  20/F/Bangladesh
(20/F/Bangladesh)   
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