Red Saliva

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Red Saliva

By @ArkaMukhopdhyay, India

After all these days of

Unserved memoirs,

There's still 

A piece of cloud, rotting

up in the red sky.

Bitter nightmares

Locked inside an old box.

Warm and safe.

The ones, who knew

Forgot how to tell lies. 

Dreams of days past,

Still cold and bright,

Lives here on their own 

Tongue-tied.

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