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A name without a face. I am an ancestor unknown. A shortened height, difficult to exult in honors bestowed. The light hurts, in earthen cave. You write on wall of conscience. The mud clings. Stink covers you, like serpentine arm. The arbor has many colors. I will choose none in dark. Satish Verma

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