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A Bone Quits
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Satish Verma What was the deal with
Zen? Words are disappearing from
mind. Behind you there was a long shadow.
It was easy to bury
morality at the bank of a river.
I am digging out the god.
I give you a blood flower
moon. Awash with woods, I am selling
life very cheap. Who Was rich?
