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On a crimson night
Under silk sheets,
with tangled limbs
and me pretending to be asleep,
I heard you whisper her name.
You whispered it like a prayer-
Continuos and religiously.
A part of me broke that day.
Although your prayer stopped as crimson faded into blue,
It continued on in mind even when you said I love you.
- Simraan Bedekar
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SPILLED ICHOR
Poetry❛Tragic lovers. Tragic stories. Tragic beginnings. Tragic endings.❜ A compilation of words strung together to construct melancholic stories of love, betrayal, tragedy, and lies. • © 2019, simraan bedekar • (Mostly free verse poetry) ✺ Third place w...
