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Frail, fierce and shining by Ansuman

only trump card left
lost in the light of politics
fractures are the only
memory fills in spills out

throat congestion
a fish vibrates in the womb
I am alone and dry
unwanted fruits growing
on my fourth rib

a cat growls in the ears
few faces are stuck
fractals in my nails
never I thought of your body
walks without soul

often I talk discrete
even breathe in between
quantum bricks of thought
I am sold in parts

Bliss that I exist
a venomous thoroughfare
often shut my eyes
the signal is lost
tenet is necklace

a naked graveyard
grapes in my groin now
I slit slit slit
longing for a plate of blades



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