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by Satish Verma Jul 9, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
In final journey, there was a collective guilt. To find an opus, I reach out for a carbon pit. It was not your grief not my miracle. Collecting the cadavers to sleep with? for warmth. Ashes, you poke at the art. Except self-elevation and grandiosity, what to discover in the heap of refuse? You start nibbling at your clothes. The scream melts at the stitchs. Style wavers, you become naked.