satishverma

Your God, My God

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I want to make you feel my
presence, by my unease, with not mincing my
words to show my synchronicity.

The pain will not pay
heed. I continue to wash my wounds.
with blood. Can it be retrieved?

The vultures are descending.
I am collecting the cadavers. There
were no scars. Who washed them?

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