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by Satish Verma Feb 8, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
The lunacy of touching you, to plug a? hole, in your innocence. I wanted to explore the horizon in your eyes, where sun meets moon, in graveyard of sins and virtues. Before you had become my shadow, I used to smell a distant scent coming from a slithering wet body. I fumble for the words for mercy of pain. My desert was once a sea.