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Gifting Away

Want to return, to unknowing, the trap door. Filling up the gaps, the arrow slits. No more I will need weapons. Trespassing the, brutality of sin, committed against the sanctity? of body. This is how I am re-creating myself without morbidity. Annihilation , was not the answer. I am holding the gold leaves of sun. Satish Verma

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