Hurt Poem by Rashmi Prakash
Hurt
Rising beams smooched foreheads
Drenchin gems hugged wombs
Quenchin hearts sang deliriously
Cooing lasses towed hungrily
Prayers murmured fondly
Remanants folded savorly
Trendied muss blossomed
Advertised fuss in bosoms
Gnawed core into rot
Soared fore why not
Deal signed one way
Reeled all say
Poured drips droopily
Featured venom loftily
Doused joy nay shortly
Ashened corpse spiritedly
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