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  • 03.04.202103.04.2021

the blood that drips slowly
from my fingertip,
splashes onto the concrete floor
like soap bubbles bursting on eggshells.
A purple heart, hardly beating,
pumping the remains of my soul
into a harsh world.

Part of #escapril2021. Photo by Atharva Tulsi.

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