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Insane I turn around an amputee to live, for not living fighting the inner war speared, lacerated, like neanderthal in cave my weapon the serrated moon cried in fluted dark a glimpse of bare bones the ash of a bleeding dawn my shuttered courage in urn there was only one evening SATISH VERMA

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Date: 1/31/2010 7:59:00 AM
This is very dark, very traumatic- may your inner wars one day find solace. I feel such pain in your works...
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