EARLY LIFE
Shut behind the door,believing in kinship
Forenoon the scars on mother paraylzed me
Every knife calling out as a saviour
The smiles seem a distant dream
Goblins dreams turned into a hell fire
Each passing day brought a despondent
Childhood poems swinged towards bruises..
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