I was not ready
to see the footprints of your
blood in my new poem.
This algorithm,
I will suffer if you don't
listen to subtle signs.
Moon was emerging
like a silent killer of doubt.
Someone draws curtain.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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