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.
Satish Verma
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.
Satish Verma
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