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Hole In The Heart
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Satish Verma It was all white.
You wanted to see the interruption
by black rocks.
In frost you don't
leave footprints, do not
reach anywhere.
A facial deviation
separates the primates from
enlightened beasts.
Stones won't roll
today. Bystanders would not
pickup the fallen.
The unarmed question―
marks fall flat. There was
no ready answer.
