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Ritu Mishra

Abstract

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Ritu Mishra

Abstract

My Bruises!

My Bruises!

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My bruises are something,

I've adorned myself with.

They hold the basis of

A perfect ornamentation for me.

Every time I look into the mirror,

They remind me,

What a vigorous fighter I've been.

My bruises are something,

I've adorned myself with!


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