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An Epoch Turns Blind
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Satish Verma Grammarly it hurts.
The pale eyes suck. I clap and kill
the smile. Someone knocks at the door.
Stage was empty. Not
finding any movement. The seminudes
don't want to display cuts and bruises.
Vertigo. My gloves hang.
Wearing a mask, takes away the vibes.
Words sleep on lips. I become dumb.
