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The Moral Suicide
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Satish Verma Skin to skin
you cut the psyche,
after severing off limbs.
Xenophobia takes you
out of my life,
breached and stranded.
I will move to
another consciousness
to renew the peace of death.
Love-haters abound
now. Multiple wounding
starts cloning of unborn ideas.
Microholes leak the
secret. Between words there
was no space, only time.
A comet blows away the
angel dust. I stand forlorn
on water.
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This touched me, personally. I cannot put a finger on it, but maybe because now i feel i am not alone after reading this.
Beautifully constructed. Thank you
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