Corrosion

Corrosion

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Corrosion

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Some things left unsaid.
I will know you by tremors.
But will stand very still.

You need a space to
feel my lips in silent dark.
Birch had debt to pay.

There was no choice to
break from the past of Rafflesia,
you call corpse flower.

© 2022 Satish Verma


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Added on September 30, 2022
Last Updated on September 30, 2022
Tags: Life