satishverma
Fantasies
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Leaving a bloody trail― 
moon jumps into lake in hurry.
Sun knocking on doors.
Existing without
the soul, was a fatal mix
of lips and hamlock.
You write your name
on the decapitated moon
declaring a war.
Fireflies now dip
the sparks in your eyes, which
will become blue poems.
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