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Mar 2015
Winds brought her smell on the Broken Hill
it stirred a butterfly somewhere inside me
danced my **** to get her skin’s feel
grab her impale her ride her merrily!

But she looked scared the few times she saw me
kept moving away at quickened pace
in her hazel eyes seemed written boldly
in the stream haven’t you seen your face!

I had no notion of love but a void of pain
that sighed as the winds’ moan on Broken Hill
her laughter with her guy of a clan alien
made my hands itch to go for the ****!

But I refrained for the yawning difference
sensing I could never be her match perfect
the way she walked to me made no sense
she was taller and strangely more *****!
The Broken Hill Skull discovered in Zambia in 1921 was the first early human fossil and the most likely ancestor to modern humans.  This work is inspired by a belief currently held by scientists that instead of a linear evolution of one species replacing the other, Africa was perhaps a melting *** of interbreeding human species, where Broken Hill Man lived alongside the evolving lineage of modern humans.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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