satishverma
Who Slays the Earth?
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This was the crisis of
sacred fig. My virgin pain and
suffering were indigenous.
I adore the beauty of
night blooming jasmine. Unpaid death
follows in day. The milk dries up.
Before Nietzche walks in
I will divide the body of my dream.
A panic takes over the truth.
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