Myra's Essence

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By Gaurav Parab

You held on

Like you wanted to make the boy

A part of your flesh

Juvenile lines

And nothings moaned

Like interest loaned

A back arched

Like it was a bridge

To where I hid

You demanded I write

To reduce you to twenty four lines

Nothing rhymes with Myra

Nothing does

And you thought

I was afraid to say your name

I wrote your name on paper

And smelt it to remember

How you smelt

You smelt like….well

Remember that Kid Rock song you sang?

Here Myra

Here’s your essence

Reduced to

Twenty four lines

You sold your soul

For twenty four lines on paper? 

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