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In the Name Of

Watching the wilting dividers, wanted to declock the time in timeless death: though life must move on. After amputation, body waits to be lifted, negating the bed. Now it was time, which would you like, nouns that hurt ? Or verbs that heal ? After stepping down from my self said the star, I have become a black moon. Three bombs went off within three minutes. Was it a Mendelson’s syndrome after general anaesthesia ? The chemical god wanted to distemper a flock of sheep. God save the earth. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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