satishverma
It was your Ruthlessness?
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This was my visual
wound. My penultimate fall. Do you
know where the spirits live?
I spaced nothing, still the
black marble was beautiful. From
the moon blue spots send cool light.
Yes it was not my
funeral. I rose from the ashes.
There was no story from the solar flames.
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