satishverma
The Collected Dreams
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The deep layers of ash
are covering the history of impunity.
My unconscious spirit breeds death.
Where does the heart live?
Cannot stop the waking of iris in eternal
darkness. No light gives any feeling.
Will you open your eyes?
I wake for the script. Nobody dies.
The granite was melting.
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