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Feb 8
there’s a pond on the south bank
where the water churns and churns and
swirls with drops of anger and pain
there’s a pond inside me that never

really goes away; i shake with its weight
while the bubbles claw at the surface
on simmering days

and i want it out out out of me so badly
that temptation gnaws with an uneasy ferocity
to scald you with all that boils in this heat
lava runs too fast and too easily

it’s exhausting
i’m sure
it’s cruel
i’m sorry
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   Bogdan Dragos and Diya soni
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