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Between the night and day
I will go─
for an icarian fall.

A commitment to resistance
was over. I am
melting under the moon.

Hold my hand. A
dramatic front was ready─
to destroy me.

Celebrating the death
was an intense mistake. It
was becoming a practice run─

for the hangman─
to sharpen his skill. There
was a long row of sinners.

By satishverma

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