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Mar 2021
Blood.
Blood from paper cuts,
bloodied knees from falling all day
Innocent blood that transferred to bed sheets and
I began to hide, its profanity that was sacred but
I never understood.
And here I am, no more appalled, celebrating the beauty of blood.
Eesha
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Eesha  21/F
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