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Aug 2022
My manager had to told me to keep my pants up,
I shared glances in the pub,
I flew my Aunt to Orlando
Her ashes were warm

Then I came back home,
And stripped a little more
I stripped and stripped till my skin was on the floor,

I lay here naked
With my flesh baring it's naked self
And took a look at my poetry notes

She said to bare my soul to her
I did so I did so,
Look at me, look at me!
I cry!
I did so!
Sukanya Basu
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Sukanya Basu  23/F/Nowhere
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