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Satish Verma I open the book
too stoned
to read my name.
Like a feather,
you roll in
sleep, painless.
The milky moon
was still. Shadows
were trembling.
Mushrooms in
mist, wake up
to stand in circle.
It Has Been Long
Since I was too stoned to read. Period. Late 20's early 30's maybe. :D