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Category: /General/Sailing on flames to the river
inside you., I disappear in your thoughts
to swim in the eyes of moons.
A dead hibiscus wakes up
in your hand.You fondle the denials
of pain of internal bleeds.
You will know I hear footfalls,
of walking ferns in my abandoned
pages of burnt out ars poetica
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