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Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: July 17, 2019 20:07:27 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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It was a severed finger 
in an envelope, 
which wrote the letter 
of consent. 

Oh, my father 
I am still crying 
with loss of words 
and figures. 

Past the hills 
I sent the secret of 
my poems which did not tell 
me the name of knife- 

that was put in my back 
by my unknown 
brothers of shame. I will 
now bleed all life. 

It was only an 
apology. I will still 
walk with my toes drawing 
the stripes of welts.
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