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BURN
Wrench the pages from my worn hands as my voice shatters
Leave it aflame as the embers rise, my soul now scattered
Within the bounds of sanity, I try, try to claw and scrape
A restless spector of taunt as I endeavour to escape
Concealment shant queal it, it lingers, never away
Perpetual pulverization, lo, shall the ashes stay
I’ll lay my ash remnants at the poisoned tree
A coiling branch tilt napes, suffocating me
Embed my teeth unto the apple of feign
Was not I told for safe?--now it’s pain
They’ll mock me, an “enduring lost”
I’ll swear to those above at cost
How to not yearn does it feel?
My freedom now to be heel.
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Reya Suri
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