The world troubles, hurts and exploits. We all have a breaking point. The question is: What's yours?
Octahedron
By: Akhilesh Agarwal
The world
never stops
She soaped
the dirt away
She brushed
the night away
Her screams
curdled beneath her neck
The world
never stops
His lips
formed eight pointed apices
She dug her
grave in an octahedron
She would
have forgiven too
But the
world never stopped
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