No white, I screamed, about to choose
My dress to wear, so much annoyed
It’s that off time, of month again
An idle life lay dead few days.
That clutching pain in abdomen
Shall I compare to lucky men.
I crave some snacks, lying in couch
Or long a lap to lie and weep
A swinging pendulum, it’s like
The oscillating mood of mine
As we converse, I fake a smile
That clot just drips as smooth meanwhile.
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