Inflammatory Fever Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Inflammatory Fever

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Chilled dark night-stone rolling and rolling
I solitary benumbed fire a patient of insomnia
Come on exquisitely beautiful divine Belle
Be graceful be benignant
Make me drifting
Enrich me with the power of burning

I'm keen to suffer from inflammatory fever.

Sunday, May 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer
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