Leaving the page blank
for you to paint a brick wall
between you and me.
It worries me of
the return of suicidal thoughts,
when the tide comes.
The dust of hoofs
will bring peace to barn. A lost
buck has come back.
Satish Verma
for you to paint a brick wall
between you and me.
It worries me of
the return of suicidal thoughts,
when the tide comes.
The dust of hoofs
will bring peace to barn. A lost
buck has come back.
Satish Verma
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