Secret DealsA Poem by Satish Verma It insults the─ primitivism. Hypothermia, you
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primitivism. Hypothermia, you become cold-blooded. * Fractured limbs. How will you climb the mound of questions? * Gray night. Between black and white the ashen moon. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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