The freak accident
of a paranormal mystic, begins
a telekinesis in the dark room
to internalize the chopped off
obsession for sex.
You will be needed as a
fugitive now, in the
muddle of passions. There was
a complete lull before the storm.
A pin-drop silence.
An anxiety starts, of
becoming nothing, in the comfort
zone. The roots look up
at the lunar month, to bail out
the loner, convicted of sedition. |
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