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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Hot Rain

boiling water sprays verily,
rocking the hand with heat.

taken earlier is the body
next the face, then the fingertips.

diamonds sparkle, she may be
me mourning, frightened.

the road kicks and crackles;
whirlpools end the time with death.
Naveed Akram
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