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Born
Torn
Worn
I am the queen of dawn
A touch to my lawn,
And I spill a venom of pawn,
Into the roots of the contagious thorn,
Piercing every knuckle of scorn,
Blood-soaked strength of my crown.
Born
Torn
Worn
Sworn
I am the queen of dawn
Wearing a beautiful crown,
Gracing the town.
And I
Raved
Engraved
And braved the King of Sloan.
About the Creator
Parvathi J
Through my pages, I find the quiet complexities of pain dwelling in a solitary space, burdening life’s endless demands, and unburdening the voiceless noise.
Witnessing the questioning, I speak the deeper silence of my voice.
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