CorrosionA Poem by Satish VermaCorrosion
Some things left unsaid.
I will know you by tremors. But will stand very still. You need a space to feel my lips in silent dark. Birch had debt to pay. There was no choice to break from the past of Rafflesia, you call corpse flower. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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Added on September 30, 2022 Last Updated on September 30, 2022 |

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