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As Old As Water
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Satish Verma The hymn, an unentered
temple, you come in pause.
There was uncanny space between words.
I let it go my sleep.
The angst. I have to pay price my love,
for sharing the blanket of life.
We will look at moon
together to abdicate the throne of
thorns and find out peace between the knives.
