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Rewriting The Script
Folder:
Satish Verma I am borrowing―
your smile.
Hold my hand to the end
of my pain.
Collecting the stone fruits
for a ritual. I will
skin the pink-yellow shade
for your eyes.
Like fire ants― moonlight
stings. Smothering all
the embers. Some flames won't die.
The crazy affair empties a poem.
Croci will go wild. But you
want to wear a rainbow.
Your delicate arch of eyebrows
drains the tears.
Something was strange.
Breakwaters were melting away.
