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A Game Within A Game
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Satish Verma What a folly. You want
to live in the womb again. There was
one soul and two bodies.
Words tend to die in the large
grind. Only dried tears were left on the
rocks. A name was erased slowly.
O god out of the ash comes
out the sacred necklace. All night
I was remembering a name of fabric.
