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Under The Shadows
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Satish Verma Looking around for a loop of light,
a captive throws out his
trove of litter and ask for a
right to be killed.
This was question hour
of your conscience. Who would
now act as on executioner?
Anybody who has not stolen a glance?
You are standing alone with
the rats.The hips were exploding.
Owls will assemble later on
to mourn the death of a native giant.
Under a yellow moon I had met him
once. He had promised to talk about
sexual encounters with nameless
ghosts under the waterfalls.
