satishverma
Why You Were Hiding?
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A slice of embrace
chops off the little moons. Lips
on lips. I will never be same.
Baby thoughts are ripening
in your chest. Will we accept the
destiny of tired legs?
I sit alone at the
banks of holy river to wash
my dirty hands for a miracle.
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