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Sovereignty

Living someone’s else death ? Was that an explicit experiment ? Starting with an Adonis to stitch the wounds of angels. An unlikely walk through the tumor of breast, where no milk ejects the ancestory. I hold the words without meaning. It was a tragic flow of history. The echo was searching a sky. Satish Verma

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Date: 4/15/2013 5:52:00 AM
Nice poem.
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