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The wail fills the genesis; you are not living in me any more. Outside a grey mist of absence prevails. For a while there was stillness of white death, then roaring of a hurricane, before it struck the ancient wall of a levee. I started gathering my sky, in ruins of a screaming town. Faith was walking without legs. Annihilation with a smile of a calender, starts; trees and bone littered floating. I start to understand the stalling darkness. The human bleed now attracts the wolves to maul, to tear, to drown the breath of burned out spirit. Still a cinder smoulders in debris, to dislodge the burden of life, for the face lift of a hanging man. SATISH VERMA

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