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Jan 2019
I see your shattered heart,
poked daily,
crying,
to understand the disconnect;

I **** your pulsing veins,
hurt painfully,
racing,
to heal the disrespect;

But, do I see your crushed soul,
think furiously,
answering,
the burden of your emptiness?
Written by
Alok K Panda  29/M/AP, India.
(29/M/AP, India.)   
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