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Why deceptive retrieve in a wheelchair for the fallen ? Was it not a sheer wrong message of a space anxiety ? The aboriginal name was dead in a traffic. What a choice to breathe its last in a city of buried monuments ? Vision of inner city affiliates, taking questions for the first time. You become only a body after the death. A white rose waits for a blue sea. The black moon hovers around the old man. SATISH VERMA

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Date: 8/25/2011 8:57:00 AM
Lift your pen and let your creative words flow onto the paper Satish. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning. Love, Carol
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