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tormented butterfly
-Anshika
I carry my soul in pieces now
Thinking that if I shatter someday
By the moaning winds
And abhorring gales
A kind soul may
Gather those fragments
And try to sense pain
In each tormented chunk
And by what reluctant
Sentiments they were bonded together
Hating to be mingled
But forced to agglutinate !
© anshika. m
I carry my soul in pieces now
Thinking that if I shatter someday
By the moaning winds
And abhorring gales
A kind soul may
Gather those fragments
And try to sense pain
In each tormented chunk
And by what reluctant
Sentiments they were bonded together
Hating to be mingled
But forced to agglutinate !
© anshika. m
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