You step out of the words.
Absence can not be replaced.
The hunger game begins,
I will now accept your velocity.
The wholeness may shatter,
when tears become a flame?
In alarm, the bones
knit the feathers. A god wants to fly.
It was your thought and
my pen, I will write with my blood.
A quick start for a suicide.
The futile debate will not end.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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