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Satsih Verma
Poems
Oct 13
Thinking at Midnight
Your words were
desiccated. No blood was spread.
Only meaning was a killer
Two headed with
two brains, the enemy slaps his face.
Do not rub your feet on sparks.
I follow the hemlock,
whisper to the moon. The humanity
suffers. Nothing enchants.
#life
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