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Colm Feb 2019
Though I dig the arrow out of my chest
The metallic breath remains in me
Breathing slowly with inward beat
And never still
At least in mind and memory
The taste of arrowhead
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I can not,
Remember,
What I forgot.
Was it your innocent smile,
Or your cunningness?
I just remember,
That I forgot.
I should,
Forget,
You,
Too.
Another of my surgical poetry pieces for the passion of concrete poetry.

My HP Poem #1453
©Atul Kaushal

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