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Time Kills You
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Satish Verma Once a while you eat
yourself. You come swaying like rain
drops. Must you stay in my eyes?
The art of slaying is done.
Blood starts flowing in the river. The trash
hangs on the wall. Spiders move.
The drama begins. No
curtains. Meaning is not clear. One
should draw a line before the sun rises.
