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The Midnight Understanding
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Satish Verma In the absence of an azure
pain, the divine hemlock becomes
edible. Yen by yen I was nearing you.
The breeze in your locks
smiles. I am hungry for diagnosis.
The moon sends a purified hug.
I have crossed yourself.
to find the sparks in dark caves
of the silence. Who will go first?
