Black DreamsA Poem by Satish VermaBlack Dreams
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open your palm for me to print my signature. * You look straight through me to find a mirror reflecting moon. * The thoughts don't die, playing a game with a second suicide. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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Added on March 19, 2023 Last Updated on March 19, 2023 |

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