Closing my eyes
sometimes still,
takes me down the vault
of dark childhood fears___
the stench of someone's
malignant voodoo,white and slimy,
that wrecked my body,
and plagues me still...
Honestly,everytime I burn myself,
I'm just trying,
to wash away the stains...
Anirban Kapil Baishya(7/4/2007)
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hey nice to know that you are available on net. i mean your profile! reda the poems once more.
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