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your city is a shrine to the deities 
i drowned in the bathtub, 
when maa went to the nearby temples, 
seeking solace in sandalwood paste, 
even when it failed to hide
the blood streaking her everywhere, 
and she dared not cross the threshold
which screamed that she was unholy,
for the river which flowed inside her womb 
was where heroes drowned
in the treacherous currents 
out of which they are born.
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your city is a suicide note to tragedy; 
departed souls come back to tell you 
that seeking love in your city 
is treason against the pagan goddess 
who feeds on your misery 
and seethes in anger as you find 
that you can create flames 
as you run serrated wisps of grass 
along your tongue, lips, eyelids. 
you were a Phoenix in my unwritten ballads, 
but you chose to make the ash your home forever.
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your city sits under my eyelids 
like a nightmare which refuses to leave, 
a frightening dream scared of the reality 
which threatens to consume it. 
your city runs away from me,
forgetting that i am the immigrant
it seeks to get rid of, 
it is a refugee hiding in my bedsheets, 
spilling out its corrupt secrets,
making room for bullet holes in its chest pocket.
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//your city has no tomorrow and it refuses to dwell in the past/

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