satishverma
No, Not Me
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A queer a void. Define the
death of what you are. I am ready
to find the buried truth.
Where does the love go
when I seek the sparks? The milk
of eyes breaks into clots without flames.
I bend not to fall,
but to measure the time. Empty
mind is filled with shards.
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