satishverma
Ghost Magenta
Category: /General/
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O absent one, I cannot
face the deluge of dots and dashes.
You have become me.
After the last light
I start counting the stars,
where you had disappeared.
Sister to sister grasses
grow. You cannot leave footprints.
Horses split. I peel my fingers.
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