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Dec 2012
that tiny **** cloth for a worldly affectation
worn for vanity grew without any cessation
engulfing my being swiftly in total negation.
turned now a cloak black of inhuman sedation
a second skin becoming skin itself, then seeped
to the very bones and a coagulated heart reaped
of consequence,truth layered the real concealed,
the self an image, just mirrored slick in Gucci attire
a fig leaf terrible now hiding the whole,wise tree entire!

*PS-no offense meant for Gucci designs or the beautiful people who wear them!
Niranjana Chelur-The Hermit
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Niranjana Chelur-The Hermit  Here and There
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