the moon has absorbed
all those conversations held
in dark balcony

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Sky in crimson red,
Red stream flowing through valley
So did the corpses.

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Tonight, let me touch 
A few souls, with my whisper.
Disappear at dawn.

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It is not easy for
me to admire you most,
As you despise me.

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my hands are perfumed
butterflies landing on things
that never belong

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Just as the day turned its back,
the milk boiled over
from the pot of moon

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ज्यादा शक्कर एवं
शक करना
दोनों अहितकारी

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An ocean of words
swells tides on reticent shores -
paused behind his lips.

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Uneasing comfort,
Restrictions restore the health.
They are witch doctors.

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