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Dec 13, 20241 min read

Line A Wound

By Bandana Terangpi

The ink flows dark

from quill the page but soon it thicken

caught in a rage as ink turns to blood by sorrow fed

each line a wound, each verse a scar,

in the heart of the papers, life fed strife.

Ink turns blood and bleeds out life.

By Bandana Terangpi

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