satishverma
All By Myself
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Leaving a trail for 
the game of kill in watery eyes
for sane surrender.
*
That was a fake turn,
when you slipped from the edge
of enduring pain.
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Like first raindrops,
I was going to wet your brows
to write my hurt poem.
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