satishverma
Untangled
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Not a single word,
to sink the pain. Can you make a hole in
water? The waves grope. I cry to rescind.
I become my own path.
The pestilence teaches me a lesson.
Your body becomes a storm.
There was endless looting.
Trying to find my lost poems. I was
sick and not sick. Anxiety deathless.
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