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Nov 2016
The ache of taking a
call, when my
book was burning.

I scramble to warn
the bees, not to
come near the sundew.

Words hide the
sticky floor. Walk prudently
to swap the hunger strike

for bread and wine,
as the fingerprints untangle
the mystery of desires.
Written by
Satsih Verma
224
     Irfan bin Yusuf Qadri and ---
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