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Satish Verma Being my other soul
would you go for―
a saddest kiss with a gold fish?
Nothing else matters.
Weaving blue flesh on
starched bones.
What else you need,
when the moon cries outside
the broken window?
And the sands and
palms and cacti had the
guts to take in trifecta.
And the blood
to remember the affinity
with the unknown.
