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WATCHING MYSELF , WATCHING MYSELF , WATCHING MYSELF , WATCHING MYSELF

After shaking

off the fault

the golden thigh ruptured

and I moved into

the aneurism of

a drop.

Realization was the key

to enter the curve

of a moving circle.

The time had come

to take off the jacket

and penetrate a new

body of knowledge.

Budha was me

And I was the tree near waterice

Seeds

were falling

on a lake.

Satish Verma

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WATCHING MYSELF

After shaking

off the fault

the golden thigh ruptured

and I moved into

the aneurism of

a drop.

Realization was the key

to enter the curve

of a moving circle.

The time had come

to take off the jacket

and penetrate a new

body of knowledge.

Budha was me

And I was the tree near waterice

Seeds

were falling

on a lake.

Satish Verma

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

WATCHING MYSELF

After shaking

off the fault

the golden thigh ruptured

and I moved into

the aneurism of

a drop.

Realization was the key

to enter the curve

of a moving circle.

The time had come

to take off the jacket

and penetrate a new

body of knowledge.

Budha was me

And I was the tree near waterice

Seeds

were falling

on a lake.

Satish Verma

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

WATCHING MYSELF

After shaking

off the fault

the golden thigh ruptured

and I moved into

the aneurism of

a drop.

Realization was the key

to enter the curve

of a moving circle.

The time had come

to take off the jacket

and penetrate a new

body of knowledge.

Budha was me

And I was the tree near waterice

Seeds

were falling

on a lake.

Satish Verma

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

WATCHING MYSELF

After shaking

off the fault

the golden thigh ruptured

and I moved into

the aneurism of

a drop.

Realization was the key

to enter the curve

of a moving circle.

The time had come

to take off the jacket

and penetrate a new

body of knowledge.

Budha was me

And I was the tree near waterice

Seeds

were falling

on a lake.

Satish Verma

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

WATCHING MYSELF

After shaking

off the fault

the golden thigh ruptured

and I moved into

the aneurism of

a drop.

Realization was the key

to enter the curve

of a moving circle.

The time had come

to take off the jacket

and penetrate a new

body of knowledge.

Budha was me

And I was the tree near waterice

Seeds

were falling

on a lake.

Satish Verma

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