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Monday, 11 November 2013

Death Foretold

She thought
Her vein
Was a Ribbon.


She would cut it
And inaugurate
Something quite new
For herself.

A Life full of Colors.

Almost everyone
Advised her against.

One Night
Like an adept Performer
She cut her vein
Like a Ribbon.

The color was later washed away
With colorless water
and some cheap towels.

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