satishverma
Finding your Substance
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Howling of loneliness
begins. Voices were suicidal.
The anger wouldn't explode.
Let me euthanise.
No day was bright. Peacocks were
poisoned. I don't want to be enormous.
Om Shanti. I Open my
fists. Distance is not clear. Half
the truth is in acute pain.
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