Black Dreams Poem by Satish Verma

Black Dreams

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Authentically
open your palm for me to
print my signature.

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You look straight
through me to find a mirror
reflecting moon.

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The thoughts don't
die, playing a game with
a second suicide.

Monday, July 9, 2018
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