Yours Truly

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You have pulverized me into a thousand pieces,

And now they fly away from my core.


I had invited you to burn me.

And so you did.


Like kerosene to your fire,

I vaporized; volatile.


I endured, inflammable to your touch.

Iridescent, sensual agony.


And if you are in hell, 

Stay grateful.


I remain destructed.

Yours truly,


Bidiya.

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