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Mar 2017
When you are the book
Laying down on my infinity,
I read your caves
With closed eyelids.

Over the surface
Light exhales warm colours
Paying depth to my strokes.

I sit between the in and out
To draw a vanishing point.
Sanjukta Nag
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Sanjukta Nag  India
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