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By Satish Verma | Category :: Poem

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.

By Satish Verma | Nov 14, 2017 | Category > Poem >Life | Comments | Views 146


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