satishverma
Time Of Sorrow
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When the space between
threat and love disappears, I will find
my blood poem in your red eyes.
You nick yourself sometimes
in the light of the blue moon and the journey
of platelets starts for the unknown.
You said I am killing
myself. Around you the fire zooms.
I am standing on the deck, you scream.
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