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Last updated on August 19, 2020

You promised
It was just anger
But again it happened
Echoes of which
Still haunts
And cycle formed
Darkness being
A soothing bond
At times of terror logs
You forgotten
Yourself in a cyclone
That spits me out
If I’m once again
Drawn to the centre
Remind me
How foolish I was
To believe your promises
A venom bond


Published inProse & Poem

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