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The tree will 
speak for the wailing 
salt. Do not spread 
it on the dark sheet.

*

I invoke the pain, 
on the course paper. 
It starts raining 
outside.

*

A transgender 
comprehends her 
alphabet.
A triangle was incomplete.


Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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