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The Hymn Of Love
Folder:
Satish Verma Stoma
opens, ejects the scream.
Oh, my god.
The ink spilled
on the sheet, hiding the code.
The scared veins
of pure honey, wets the lips―
of gills. There is no salt.
The water explodes
bursting the dam. No spine was
worth of robbery.
Golden nuggets
are displayed now. Would you
bargain the uphill?
The nightmares begin again.
