satishverma
In Ancient Fire
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We have come very
near to each other. The drums are ready
to go, before our assassination.
Like primitive Neanderthals,
I am carving a lined pictograph
of sobre thoughts on Hibiscus.
The solitude in haze
still calls you. The raw and burning
hurts are blood loving on the moon.
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