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Indebted
Folder:
Satish Verma Hips and the rose hips.
You bite your tongue. Desire
has many connotations.
You always feared
of a free fall. I rise. The
war will continue.
I permit myself
to talk to the waning moon.
The clocks stop taday.
A train whistles by.
The river trembles violently
under the bridge.
