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A Star Plunges

A pristine smoke was pointing the where of pawns abetting the glacial runaway. Emblemic, he was the last man on the stairs ready to jump in the lake – when night arrives. Now this was the tipping point to stand erect where the tongue was wasting away, The death staged a drama of a feel up of young buds in a virgin garden. The key breaks the lock and darkness prevails. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 1/1/2010 7:11:00 PM
This reminds me of stars, like on a flag..."emblemic".....or patriotism turned currupted. And the loss of innocence with it..loss....just loss...pure loss is the feeling. Beautifully written. -Sara:)
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Date: 1/1/2010 4:52:00 AM
Interesting write in this one. Sara
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