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The Epicenter Trembles
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Satish Verma You are like Quebracho!
I lie on the road. My earth was
cracking. The mushrooms started dancing.
I will wait for the
moonrise to negotiate with stampedes
outside the grand mausoleum.
Where will you keep
the cadavers known and unknown?
The cargo of words have to be unloaded.
