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UNCHARTED SELF, UNCHARTED SELF, UNCHARTED SELF, UNCHARTED SELF, UNCHARTED SELF

Do not go like a rose,

stay like poinsettia.

Now as a brutal encounter

holy color will descend.

Polygonal wound was too proud

to bleed on the street.

The scarlet morning will bring

night's blood.

And mystery of love between

outcasts will never smell the hate.

Insane discretion wraps a baby

of a cloud to argue for parents.

Questions are raw like sea

rocks under the hoofs of a

whiny horse. I had found you

sitting in a graveyard.

Satish Verma

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UNCHARTED SELF

Do not go like a rose,

stay like poinsettia.

Now as a brutal encounter

holy color will descend.

Polygonal wound was too proud

to bleed on the street.

The scarlet morning will bring

night's blood.

And mystery of love between

outcasts will never smell the hate.

Insane discretion wraps a baby

of a cloud to argue for parents.

Questions are raw like sea

rocks under the hoofs of a

whiny horse. I had found you

sitting in a graveyard.

Satish Verma

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UNCHARTED SELF

Do not go like a rose,

stay like poinsettia.

Now as a brutal encounter

holy color will descend.

Polygonal wound was too proud

to bleed on the street.

The scarlet morning will bring

night's blood.

And mystery of love between

outcasts will never smell the hate.

Insane discretion wraps a baby

of a cloud to argue for parents.

Questions are raw like sea

rocks under the hoofs of a

whiny horse. I had found you

sitting in a graveyard.

Satish Verma

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UNCHARTED SELF

Do not go like a rose,

stay like poinsettia.

Now as a brutal encounter

holy color will descend.

Polygonal wound was too proud

to bleed on the street.

The scarlet morning will bring

night's blood.

And mystery of love between

outcasts will never smell the hate.

Insane discretion wraps a baby

of a cloud to argue for parents.

Questions are raw like sea

rocks under the hoofs of a

whiny horse. I had found you

sitting in a graveyard.

Satish Verma

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UNCHARTED SELF

Do not go like a rose,

stay like poinsettia.

Now as a brutal encounter

holy color will descend.

Polygonal wound was too proud

to bleed on the street.

The scarlet morning will bring

night's blood.

And mystery of love between

outcasts will never smell the hate.

Insane discretion wraps a baby

of a cloud to argue for parents.

Questions are raw like sea

rocks under the hoofs of a

whiny horse. I had found you

sitting in a graveyard.

Satish Verma

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