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by Satish Verma   Apr 12, 2018


Between the night and day
I will go?
for an icarian fall.

A commitment to resistance
was over. I am
melting under the moon.

Hold my hand. A
dramatic front was ready?
to destroy me.

Celebrating the death
was an intense mistake. It
was becoming a practice run?

for the hangman?
to sharpen his skill. There
was a long row of sinners.

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