The clarion cusp, conch
In every muse
Dabbing maverick forth
And helm
The cosmic fringe
No less beautiful
Than the beat of my heart
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- LIPS CRACKLE
- BATH
- PIN THE DEPTH
- THOUSAND RAYS
- BEGGING HANDS
- LIFE AFTER LIFE
- HIS FEET
- ANCHOR THE DEPTH
- BAKING IN HELL
- AROMA
- BALD HEAD
- SLAVERY BY NIGHT
- COCA COLA CARBONATE
- PULMONARY FLOW
- O, Mahamaya!
- Tempering the drops
- DEEPEST ROOT
- TIDYING UNFAMILIAR THOUGHTS
- BOOTS AND SLIPPERS
- SILENT TRAIL
- LONG VOICE I woke up, howlingIn the dark nightA...
- BARK IN THE NIGHT
- BREWING IMMORTALITY
- POLLUTION
- THICKER BLOOD
- INVISIBLE BEAUTY
- ETHICS OF POETRY
- QUANTA OF THY LOVE
- CARRION IN FLIGHT
- EMBOSOM
- DIAMOND HEART
- THE CHIRP
- रात की रानी
- शब्दों के मोह पाश
- GOOD FRIDAY
- DRY COAT
- EARTHQUAKE
- VENOMOUS CAST
- VACUOUS
- THE SEED
- meditative sleuth
- THE BEAT
- Four sights of Gautama!
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