satishverma
Drop Messenger
Category: /General/
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You want to commit suicide
in my poems. The moon has morphed
into a big yellow rose.
Into your round eyes blood
spreads. I write my name on your hand.
Souls won't leave the homes.
Your face swimsover
and over to guide me. Our abode
was on fire at night. Water feeds mushrooms.
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