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Morient - Kushal Poddar

Morient 

The vermin, amort, perchance

thinks not in human course, not

about the tingling raced through 

its system in its youth,

nor about the valedictory bite of rot

it dined upon and let the poison settle.

Nearby a feline seeks sleep through licking

its paws. The gong in the temple

strikes out every hour previous.

Blackness before the nigror. (C) Kushal Poddar, 2019

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