satishverma
Unflappable
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Unflinching I was
going to ask "Are you going to
break the bread with me?"
It was me. Contagious.
You were impaled. Making history
in this fractured era.
Bidding farewell to me,
money was polishing the pitch,
Only fire was generating the ash.
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