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Shubham Kamble Apr 2018
a lightning struck
bending my elastic brain
words trying to escape my thick confined skin
dripping a story of an orchid around a pale pink swirl
as every line, every rhyme grew through my bones

took a break that I shouldn't have to take
to loosen myself in the ***** room
so were my thoughts loosen down the whirlpool  

came back to a dried up nib
to a smoked up lightning in the air
to an unchargeable cloud over my hair
alas, was left with a piece of paper
staring right back at me
with an empty verse

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