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Oct 2020
Flesh torn open
In the centre of heart
Makes me run around
Like a drunken mad ox
Out of pain....

Why have you inflicted on
Me so harsh a pierced drill
In the midheart...
Don’t you understand
It's feebleness.. ??
And
where you stayed safe so long !!

Will I survive ?
Kavitha prabhakaran
Written by
Kavitha prabhakaran  F/India
(F/India)   
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