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A Secret Self

Every night this body becomes a dissecting knife a crime scene of blood and unstrung flesh, the lamb spreads the wool for a deadly charge of skull plate with a gift of mathematics a moon cutout in sky before the shadow of myth in the depth of tortured chemistry : the endless nothing will kiss the darkness my blindness becomes a diet. SATISH VERMA

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 9/28/2011 8:29:00 AM
Thank you for sharing your writings Satish. Love, Carol
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