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by Satish Verma Sep 9, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Like canary you flew into my arms. Capturing the inevitable. Vowels and consonants had separated again. Chasing the melting glacier, you jump into the sea. Moguls were trying to reach out, blow-by-blow. Moon like half-brother was envious, of the grace of fall. A baby fist was striking a blow on the wall of doped womb. I am preparing to receive a gay courier of apocalypse. Bones buried in ashes were jutting out. Death game begins.