Your slanting smile
like a pendant-moon
ready to collapse
on pomegranates.
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Monstrous, bug-eyed,
my pug will jump;
whenever, I touch
his snub-nose.
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Death was sparring
after a brief encounter.
What was the need
for living more?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 18th, 2017 22:33
- Category: Nature
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