Unhealing Poem by Satish Verma

Unhealing



In the waning moon
you were talking
of fathoms.

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The water
has countless images.
Do you need a boat?

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The vampires.
Why you go to the ruins.
I am bleeding.

Saturday, February 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: vampires
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