Wednesday, January 25, 2017
My Injured Self Comments
Rating: ★5.0
In your big eyes
my mission ends.
I lower the flag to half-mast.
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Satish Verma
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12/20/2025 6:29:08 PM # 1.0.0
The blade is stained with life. A film of translucent memory begins to dry, shrinking, pulling at what is near. This too will pass, cleansed away with work that must done. The turning of a screw, the application of paint to cover the patches demanded by repairs.