satishverma
Courtesies
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Mounting surveillance 
on myself after snapping
hyphenated bond.
I will set you free
from the white paper, carrying―
your beautiful face.
The slanting eyes
will haunt me in dark, I will
turn around and cry.
When did rift emerge―
while playing the moons? The lake
was ready to drown me.
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