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Now here without limbs
I feel nothing except
pain and the paranoia
of lost things...
the wind teases me
from the hole where i
crouch and mull on
a string of post-mortems
on love's leaving and the
glaring sores on the floor

Now here without limbs
I watch myself disintegrate
as the world crawls by...

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The following comments are for "Unhinged"
by Shakti

I wrote about just this thing in my Majestic article . Here is a powerful use of poetic voice. This is sadly wonderful - thank you!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: June 2, 2011 )

Loved, loved, loved this!

Powerfully put together!

No notes, just great stuff.

Much Love,


( Posted by: HeRoCoMpLeX [Member] On: June 5, 2011 )

thanks guys
it was a dying of sorts...sth we all go through when love leaves suddenly...baba nam kevalam

( Posted by: Shakti [Member] On: June 12, 2011 )

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