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After ages
Address opened up the envelope.
Beneath the forceps
The words of blind emotions
In the room of post-mortem
Plunge in to find
Why the letter of rose was born
Even after the wounds
Kokoro-hiri, hats off to you!
After so many thunderheads in poetry,
In so many sapphires of trough
And the monsoon blues
Painting the climax of death,
You still need an autopsy table!
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