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Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: March 04, 2018 22:03:28 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Waist-High Sunk
When you release the 
words, your curled fingers 
burst into flame. 

It was an ancient filth, 
a bird fighting in the mud- 
house of quote-unquote. 

Someone navigated 
over the bald heads to find 
a landing place for a cuckoo. 

Between real and fiction, 
you cannot write a hymn 
in praise of satan, called god. 

I am done with the darkness 
all around, and rip open 
the wall to let in the jupiter.
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