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Punishing Myself

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My personal agony,
very precious to me.

I was carrying you
on the paint brush, on crayon.

Canvas was
empty after you left. No oil
painting of curved lips and digitals.

You hang a man eater―
panther, after lynching.
Whole length suspended from a tree.
So beautiful, as a star night.

You were left
to yourself― to ponder over
the killer and the kill.

Who wins in war of words?
In war of lips?

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