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Mar 2020
A dissected heart
looking at me with tears

I stitched the dissection wounds
and pumped my oxygen
through her mouth

she came back,
waved at me and
showed how she pumping
my blood with a smile

fragrance of union percolates
into every crevice ,
gets moulded and begin  to stay
till we touch the base before bidding adieu
Written by
Ranjit Kr Baruah  M/Assam, India
(M/Assam, India)   
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