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Nov 2014
There are trails of red
like the threads
of a scarlet dress
that reaches for the floor
on the walls
gripping the paint
dragging its name
telling a story
of how things break,
fall apart and come together
to create something
that makes us
all
afraid.
Written by
Meenakshi Iyer  India
(India)   
198
   Timothy and Amitav Radiance
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