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Apr 2021
Born  in an overloaded place called “earth?”
The first sight caused a carved in my right-eyed
Doctors name it being a narrowminded child!

I become what mother couldn’t bear “ troglodyte”
Father went flying to starsmost,
Leaving me with a pocket full of invisible spectators.
  

Left my walls painted in red
In Whos lesion that shall be unknown
My doppelganger downhearted my mother duties
Which left a burst vessel in my heart.

So now we go around playing catch fire with a wooden fork
Written by
niann smith
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       Traveler and Eshwara Prasad
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