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The Dead Dream
by Satish Verma
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  It was a clouded heart. 
I was fidgeting with fate and 
there was no other way, no way. 
I did not want to keep him waiting either, but 
I must be ready to receive the guest. 

Thief of pain was coming in the blizzard 
for a murky deal. I refuse to fall apart. 
The epitaph was incomplete and Emperor 
was demanding his due of golden sleep. Was it 
the worth of a new born. Sky was overcast. 

Taking the thought to its fossil home. Stings were 
sharp and the next stop was ocean. Water 
of funeral way. Still the sweet lips would 
haunt for the honey. Gone, the wax palace 
was gone, nobody was going to light it.
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July 26, 2010
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