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Satish Verma Mounting surveillance
on myself after snapping
hyphenated bond.
I will set you free
from the white paper, carrying―
your beautiful face.
The slanting eyes
will haunt me in dark, I will
turn around and cry.
When did rift emerge―
while playing the moons? The lake
was ready to drown me.
Intrigue of intrigue
I never know quite what to say. I just keep reading you everyday. And I always reread what you've had to say.
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