satishverma
Sides Of The Truth
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How would you talk to― 
your unborn child, when lynching
mobs were waiting?
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The insider was pure.
Still unknown to blood moon.
That was my other flesh.
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Swallow all the darkness
of crying earth, I impel your
nails to scratch the sun.
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