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DIGNITY, DIGNITY, DIGNITY, DIGNITY, DIGNITY, DIGNITY

There was existence,

without space.

I was afraid of my unborn child.

Inheriting the stammer

of history

I could not think of any brand abuse.

On the contrary, fumes

throw you off the road.

Full moon rising on the cleft.

I was, as I am, never being

to any threat of drowning

in contradictions.

A dignity in withdrawl

and coming back after sunset

to walk in night, alone.

Satish Verma

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DIGNITY

There was existence,

without space.

I was afraid of my unborn child.

Inheriting the stammer

of history

I could not think of any brand abuse.

On the contrary, fumes

throw you off the road.

Full moon rising on the cleft.

I was, as I am, never being

to any threat of drowning

in contradictions.

A dignity in withdrawl

and coming back after sunset

to walk in night, alone.

Satish Verma

---------------------------------

DIGNITY

There was existence,

without space.

I was afraid of my unborn child.

Inheriting the stammer

of history

I could not think of any brand abuse.

On the contrary, fumes

throw you off the road.

Full moon rising on the cleft.

I was, as I am, never being

to any threat of drowning

in contradictions.

A dignity in withdrawl

and coming back after sunset

to walk in night, alone.

Satish Verma

---------------------------------

DIGNITY

There was existence,

without space.

I was afraid of my unborn child.

Inheriting the stammer

of history

I could not think of any brand abuse.

On the contrary, fumes

throw you off the road.

Full moon rising on the cleft.

I was, as I am, never being

to any threat of drowning

in contradictions.

A dignity in withdrawl

and coming back after sunset

to walk in night, alone.

Satish Verma

---------------------------------

DIGNITY

There was existence,

without space.

I was afraid of my unborn child.

Inheriting the stammer

of history

I could not think of any brand abuse.

On the contrary, fumes

throw you off the road.

Full moon rising on the cleft.

I was, as I am, never being

to any threat of drowning

in contradictions.

A dignity in withdrawl

and coming back after sunset

to walk in night, alone.

Satish Verma

---------------------------------

DIGNITY

There was existence,

without space.

I was afraid of my unborn child.

Inheriting the stammer

of history

I could not think of any brand abuse.

On the contrary, fumes

throw you off the road.

Full moon rising on the cleft.

I was, as I am, never being

to any threat of drowning

in contradictions.

A dignity in withdrawl

and coming back after sunset

to walk in night, alone.

Satish Verma

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