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It was a turf war.
The moon was booby-trapped
by clouds.
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An electronic
claws holds you to the
chest of night.
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From flesh
to flesh, I surrender
my nomadic spirit.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015
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