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HIV

Nov 25, 2024
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By Abhishek Sharma


Dead of the night

An erotic surprise

Bodily fluids exchanged

The disease portrays it’s fame


HIV, ending hopes of lust

HIV, your life reduced to months

HIV, in your body it thrives

HIV, its your death and demise


Waiting for my end to begin

No protection seemed like chivalry

I am drained of purity

I realise my heinous sin


Truth is now known

As my scandals unfold

No cure to stop the spead

As i lay on my death bed

Counting my days


By Abhishek Sharma

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