Fear returns to
glass jars. The generic gap
flutters in narrow
basin.
The caged image. Regency
starts burning. The
divide widens. Your fidgety
fingers roll the stiletto.
Premonition. You condone
the crucifixion, beheadings. I
heal the broken limbs,
punctured hearts.
The striped, elegant walk
on the ramp. I dream of
empty bowls. The rubber
mannequin smiles.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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