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Priya Deshmukh

The more you look for one, the more you see of the otherAnd I wished I could see the world through your eyes in that moment. For where my heart viewed the stupid thing with feathers,My brain unearthed death and lamented a life never lived.


Creeks where my heart grew still and my lungs fill with cold, cold water.Nightshade underbrush hidden in which fauna will carve my bones.Grand pines where a necklace of rope wore thin around my bruised and broken neck. Flowers bloomed from my blood, splattered and staining the path back home.


My laughter echoes hollow as my life burns and splutters,And I wished you could see the world through my eyes in that moment.I would be immortal as the horizon, for they will never know what became of me; Eternity, enter stage right,


And my heart, looking out at the backdrop of the world Half-heartedly said, “Someone should paint you.”

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