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May 2020
I took in the  suburb my first facelift,
failed in the graveyard
In the pestle dusk
venus was overhead
got charred.
Lightning rod in the creek
of my skull
is rusted,
Undertow churning wheel of whirlpool
giving fresh wrinkles up
Too much
for my fragile facelifts.

Copyright@Dr Pragya Suman
Dr pragya suman
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Dr pragya suman  37/F/muzaffarpur
(37/F/muzaffarpur)   
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     Max Neumann, Shrika, Noura, Holly D and waskosims
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