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Shishir Chaudhary
Anatomy of a Kiss
It’s a foggy night. Yellow street lights.
The labial commissures of your face are rain drops.
I am a dehydrated varmint.
The edge of your modiolus is mokshā.
I am a suffering soul.
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shishirkc
July 6, 2013
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