satishverma
A Parabe Repeats
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A glimpse of you,
looking at me. I was giving away
my blood to my poems.
It was coming and going of your
body song. Standing before the
mirror doing hair. I am numb.
Colonization. I am
breaking. An interstice tells me full
story. An arch in sky becomes arrow.
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