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Me, Lost
by Sujata Ashwarya Cheema
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They wrung out all the blood from my heart,
Slowly, fondly
Folded my wings with care, gently
Burnt my soul with the loveliest of candles, quietly
Defiled my body, caringly
Disregarded my desires, confessedly
Yet commanded me to stand and to live
With fetters of a strange kind
Go away o' fragrant wind
Shut your eyes you, you o' sun
Burn me please, my dear moon
With your light so cool
I desire the stench of the cemetery
the mad dance of the ghosts
of the dead rising to greet me
in the calmness of my grave

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June 12, 2004
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