Category: Others
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A Lunatic Hit by a Car
In the pool of blood lies the Finger—decapitated and snatched From its owner’s hand. Whose finger was that? Every one knew nothing of the man; Every one knows something of the man. Lonely and singular finger was thumb; The nail of whose has been uprooted And now there a fly flies Shading its hazed shadow […]
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To Sylvia…
My first attempt on Erasure Poem. Feel free to comment and point out any mistakes.
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A Rumination on the Existence
S’times I think how death looks like…
Thoughts of Words 