When things go weird and vessels start rupture
Throat is choked and advises begin to pour
Then tiny fingers of my baby wipe droplets of tear
I believe something called love …makes pieces of me …gather
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Each dropp of sweat… coagulated
Each count of red drop… clotted
Each intellect …unevenly paralyzed
I entered into the unsettled puzzle of love
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I could conceive your repellent exasperation
All due to my unceasing, uninspired blaring
Makes you sick, agonizing, you say I am thought less as all ways!
I make a wish …to become mum for ever as a voiceless creature
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