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Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: June 22, 2018 21:06:06 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Green Circle
You are peeling me off 
like a crab. 
Time has sunk very low. 

For the hungry kids 
who was growing crab apples? 

Creating art, 
arriving between the pubes. 

A microfossil 
roosting within me. 
I could live without oxygen. 

the liquid wounds. 
I will not send any salvo.
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