satishverma
Not Any Acrimony
Category: /General/
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At dusk, I will smear 
your lips to color the moons.
Acts like Midas touch.
The dunes tend to
shift from the shivering hands,
when the knuckles bend.
The scope expands.
You will walk on periphery.
I will tow the line.
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