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b- Scavenger on my Dead Body
Scavenger on my dead body,
I’ve started to feel it.
When I had once been a butterfly
waiting to be loved,
All of a sudden,
the poison seeps into me.
And instead of losing love,
love loses me.
Scavenger you are,
As you seem to have found my dead body.
But no life yet, you have given me.
I had hoped, for a second,
My flesh will stand against the sex
And my mind will realise its misery
and revolt against the intellect,
that you’d hold my hands,
and kiss my lips,
that you’d make love to me
but not like in sex.
Scavenger I see you today,
Why have you found me?
