This was a shock treatment.
Becoming friends
with aperitifs.
We drink the eyes
in remorse.
Unabridged. I clean the words
on the whiteboard. The
tongues were black.
Dilemma of stings.
No flesh was left
on the bones.
The body,
becomes a river.
You are drowned
in pink folds.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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