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Spinning A Charm
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Satish Verma Something crazy you have done.
Started hunting me.
A visual dilemma.
Half a loaf was not sufficient,
for the hungry ears.
Nonviolently, it was in the blood.
A serial killer wants a game daily.
Fidelity was very evident. Someone
waits for the moon, every night
standing in water.
As a conduit by a thrifty wind,
your message comes voicelessly.
Absently you weigh heavy,
like a smoke ring, through which
a flame went.
