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Satish Verma A wreath of skulls
you want to hang on the wall.
I don't want to
lose the skin.
The land was bleeding.
Mars mission. A very
lonely flight, pulls me down.
Do you have a
pearl knife?
Small talisman, you used to wear
when you were a child
to ward off the evil spirits.
A buttonless chest. The map
you drew on the torso was tense.
The woods were nowhere. Only
the dry sands.
I wanted to make a slit in the stone,
to release the holy water,
but it was only tears―
