Red Lilies Ghazal
Issue #138
Winter 2018-19
	A chain of crushed nouns has upended my mind. It’s o.k. It’s all right, pretended my mind.   A quick cut. A small nick. A surgical touch. O Penthidine, Tramadol, so splendid my mind!   Ram drew back the string... 
 
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