satishverma
Your Silver Brooch
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Listening to a grief, 
I look at your lips, where
the words sit trembling.
*
Teach me to commit
a sin in return for gifts.
Land wouldn't divide sea.
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Thirst meets the desert
at the edge of night, where
sun was arrested.
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