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DARK DESIRE

By Debarati Bhattacharyya

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Transformed from skin to skeleton

They hound the dreams of the colourful city

Their screams race into the violet dawn with deadly velocity.

They are our dark desires chained to our throat and heart.

The dead step out of their grave 

Holding the city’s skull, painted with crimson blood.


 
 

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