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W O R D S – A N D- L O V E
if my fingers break with the timeline of chiselled cheeks of lust for words of hunger for hunger if turquoise veins open up, longitudes of the fallen mind like the rupturing of seeds without a sound, a mindless game What it shall be called? the itch on my legs on my lips of words, a lover of minds click: and a word appears like a magic or a sonogram What it shall be called? My cleaved mind or the love of broken nails. ©WORDS- Devika Mathur/ MVS
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