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by Satish Verma Aug 7, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Skin to skin you cut the psyche, after severing off limbs. Xenophobia takes you out of my life, breached and stranded. I will move to another consciousness to renew the peace of death. Love-haters abound now. Multiple wounding starts cloning of unborn ideas. Microholes leak the secret. Between words there was no space, only time. A comet blows away the angel dust. I stand forlorn on water.