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Jun 17
There’s something malignant
inside me—something that
hums in the dark,
fingers strumming a guitar
against my ribs at midnight.
By morning, a daisy unfurls
at my throat—
its tendrils trailing upwards,
like thoughts searching
for stillness at my mouth.
Zahra
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Zahra
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