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ComposeHer May 5, 2016 Loverly, Poetry

Makeshift Tourniquet

Man-o-war tentacles
Net the way for a wary heart
In the throes of a long night

Traumatic birth
Renders me sleepless
In bloody sheets

Wounds gape on
And here this witch doctor
Has run out of salt.

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    mukul chand on May 5, 2016 at 10:28 pm
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    Great poetry

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      composehers on May 6, 2016 at 10:52 am
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      Thank you!

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        mukul chand on May 6, 2016 at 10:59 am

        welcome

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