Parvati’s vermillion

Next is already made in the empty sky
In the bloody vermilion of Shiva’s wife
Spread to dry to smooth husband’s life
Who determines all the others’ deaths.
I have to make up this grandma story
Who makes up like what the old God
Does each moment making up a next.

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