🌷 by Zahra Ali

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Empty my organs.
Excavate what's left—
fine flecks of gold,
forged by patience
and empathy.
Melt them slowly.
Hang what’s holy
around your neck,
for your living.

—donation.

Written by

Zahra Ali 26/F/Pakistan

(26/F/Pakistan)

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