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Gurbakhshish Singh

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Gurbakhshish Singh

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Dark Room inside A Blue Woman

Dark Room inside A Blue Woman

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280
 dark   tears   woman 

Lives the life of a curse,

She’s a girl made a toy.


Wounds inflicted she carefully conceals

To reveal only hers menfolk pride;

Their hands press the pulse in her neck

To shut her voice down;


In the living room of her eyes

The lights go out.


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