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Chandramukhi 2.0 Peony-mouthed face lights up When the Sun dances on her body Did you see the twinkle in her eyes? Short skirt, floppy socks, and an MMS later She fades into the blazing sepia of scandal While voyeurs feed on her innocence A childhood condemned, a girl interrupted She resurrects in a seedy Xanadu bar A nirvana for the drug-addled A kitschy Soho pretender Where neon and moon mix a heady cocktail And women peddle their wares An ass, a tit, or leather, if you like A warehouse of phantoms A Phoenix, a dominatrix, a pleaser on phone A master of languages, s’il vous plai^t Collegian by day and whore by night A girl unsullied in her hunger for love An anchor to an addict, a lover to a loser And when love nibbles its way into her fragile heart She surrenders to its whimsical tyranny And becomes one with it A woman who crossed the Rubicon Only to return Chanda You whore in a made-up world You slayer of men's demons You eternal virgin.
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