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Jan 2021
that innocent boy
got scratched,
fooling around an old rusty knife

that careless man
punctured his heart,
toying a young bud with wild thorn

and me, what a shame!
got badly wounded,
by the delicate petals
of prettiest flower in the town.
Written by
mayur
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