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Date Added: May 11, 2014 00:05:41 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Your lips were me. 
I wanted a kiss 
which never came. 

Insertion of a word, was committed 
my wings took a flight 
for anonymity. 

To keep suffering alive 
truth was accepting the hurts. 
I was not speaking for myself. 

Who was me to want a praise 
for the custodian of morality? 
Something for my name? 

I must salute the fallen fingers, 
who did not write death  
for my hugging blankness.

Satish Verma
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