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Walking in Shadows
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Satish Verma Undressing the moon
clouds want to kill the lovebirds.
I cross the vision for a nuance.
This was a paradigm.
Why are things disappearing?
Mimicry will not like poetry.
Like Mimosa pudica,
you shrink in a blast to get a tattoo.
The sparrows find the lost homes.
