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Different Views

On the canvas,
I was drawing only the feet-
in run.
No heads, no torsi.

Was it a dark vision,
when you found the inert bodies,
crowding the summit?

Primates had already devised
the sponge, to gather up
the answers.

Geraniums become blind-
after their involvement,
in sorcery.

Making an inventory of
fugitives, no body was left at
home, when fire broke out.
Satish written by

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