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Micro Mania of the Lips
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Satish Verma You break me by your
wordless, voiceless screams coming
from nowhere. How do I read your body?
When the grief jumps,
I morph the truths in a dusk of surreal
pain. The litany collapses.
This is not a moon's tale
Hay fever is taking shape. I will
discover another kiss of death.
