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Sun rays of dead day has reached that narrow corridor Shadows of Pleasure box from an unknown caller of last night A bell jar it gifted… A few dried lavenders, some pieces of Belgium glass and fireflies Lavenders never gave me aroma… I never bragged, never lied I can still smell that putrefied skin ,It rots in the mirror Those fireflies was waving its wings in zephyr I was sadist to gag them in that bell jar A few shades of stained glass never colored my sins…. I know!! A sudden shock of namelessness I was given A period of homelessness A closed conduit ,trapped here in the maze of faces My semen of thought doesn’t fertilize my life, I’m infertile That open window star-canopied Conjuring way of approaching death I’m waiting eagerly … that filament has stopped enlightening Fused, busted... I’m done... Give me a chaste kiss before cold bed.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 18:17:07 +0000

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