Friday, February 3, 2012

Festering Wounds Of The Heart Comments

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In fixed purpose she stared at the wound in the back of her hand, striped and blue with hints of red and black.
She thought back to the time where the sky and the earth,
fed on her desolateness and left her parched, dry and shy
with pink blushed bruises. 'Why me? ', she cringed
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Sneha Murali
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