O beast, one day I
will bury my love. I will steal the words
from your mouth. Enough was enough.
O god, why am I a remaining
mum? The world listens to unspoken
pain from your wet eyes.
Where are you going
eyes shut. The cobra is laying the eggs.
Do not go for bargaining.
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