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I can never forget
Fifteenth July, 1997
That day in New Garden Suites, Room 205
When you inscribed your blade of deceit
Upon my innocent heart
When your shameless stick
Plunged forcefully through my flesh
And robbed me of my innocence
I never saw it coming
But how could I?!
When all I saw was a mask
Behind that sweet mask was a ferocious wolf
Waiting to devour at the slightest opportunity
I tried to wipe off every memory of you I had
But  for some reasons this one thing will not go
She stuck with me like araldite
And reminded me of that ugly night
When she was knitted in my womb
I call her Brona
Because her smell makes me sad
I wrote this for a short film, BRONA, coming out in the coming weeks. Wait for it

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