Dead Fish

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whenever I translate
my life to
another body language,
I hunt for only one word,
No one knows that word,
It is that word comes out
like a sharpened sword
to kill myself....

sometimes,
that word is like a
dead fish
and for a dead fish,
boiling oil in a pot
is its ocean
to drown
to its depth....

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI