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UNREADABLE

It was a fake time,
moon will not rise.

Words were afloat 
on junk dna.

A stonefaced pseudonym
dies point-blank.

The surprise, the speed
was not on our radar.

The ravenous siblings
now asleep on walls.

Naive or disingenuous.
A sitting Buddha will decide.



Satish Verma

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  1. Date: 11/6/2012 10:21:00 AM

    An excellent write that I enjoyed reading today Satish. I hope to have more time in the future to read more. Love, Carol