Unclaimed

satishverma

You create a hybrid 
without protocol. 

A body of clay lies― 
in the morgue. The fear 
guides you. 

Hold me, we 
would discover each other 
in dark. 

You can, I would say, 
without hurting yourself, 
become what you are. 

The great divide 
between life and death 
must continue.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 12th, 2019 20:42
  • Category: Nature
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  • Nicholas Browning

    Your work is always so enigmatic. I think I get the message this time around, though. Good work as always.



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