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Oct 2020
The first time
I cried, sky caved in
and the gods got
hit by bullets;
I still hear
the ricochets of pain--
their or mine
i know not--
each instant
someone's blue
and drips drops
of bullet-like tears.
Written by
PenSlinger
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       Aparna, Splashes of Surreal, R L and eileen
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