Ideation

satishverma

A fuzzy fear descends. 
You become ensconced― 
in the smell of a 
paranoia. 

The saltcutter will forego 
the idiosyncrasy 
and start collecting the oil 
from the dome. 

A stain on the shirt 
spreads, covers 
the heart in distress. 
Codas were waiting. 

Do not burn the book. 
Go in a lily pond for a ― 
script. The different shades 
of flesh will be revealed. 

The divine sin will ask 
for a retribution for ― 
the withdrawl syndrome.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 27th, 2018 19:57
  • Category: Nature
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