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You Were Very Tall
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Satish Verma When you touch the
moon, my body sings. On the skeleton
of the ficus leaf I will draw your face.
The horror comes home
not Homo sapiens. De novo at delta
I will catch homophobia.
How long was the age
of a tyrant? Something slips from my hand.
What was the message of blood?
Not entirely sure what this
Not entirely sure what this means, but I do like the format and the evocative tone of the language.
Starward