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Apr 2021
The pink stigma gets
baked. Turns my brain into stone.
You were trapped by black widow,

The red color was king.
It breaks my heart to see the ****
by a bald eagle, but the dive was beautiful.

The death was my friend. Will
keep me waiting to complete the cycle of rebirth
then ask me to see the blue goddess.
Written by
Satsih Verma
75
   Imran Islam
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