This one-sided
dumb feeling, rising―
nothing less.
Spurned.
I reconstruct your
profile after strip tease.
Stitching the
thoughts with my empty
pen, no ink― no paper.
A poor day at hand.
I will not talk to anyone
about a dumb doll.
No fillers.
You don't need any make up
to bring the black smile.
Moon and the candle,
both were wary
of silent storms.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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