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by Satish Verma Jun 18, 2019
Nature, environment /
The space in between?
the mayhem and spiritual hour;
was not much, but a spitting image,
of swapping with sun bites? was
evident without remorse.
The ice storm was raging.
Blueberries hang from your
eyes, to bluff me. I draw the curtain
and lit the fire to bring in?
the bride of vengeance.
A charitable act, to clear
the needles from the doll: No black
magic will work now. I am clean
and pure, will not cut a
slice of breast, for the red milk.