satishverma
If You Were Me
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you flew into my arms.
Capturing the inevitable.
Vowels and consonants had
separated again.
Chasing the melting
glacier, you jump into the sea.
Moguls were trying to
reach out, blow-by-blow.
Moon like half-brother
was envious, of the grace of fall.
A baby fist was striking a blow
on the wall of doped womb.
I am preparing to receive
a gay courier of apocalypse.
Bones buried in ashes
were jutting out.
Death game begins.
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