AnxietiesA Poem by Satish VermaWhat could you do when the donor fatigue
What could you do
when the donor fatigue is on display? And stops the succor? You are no more hungry. A Buddha sleeps nonchalantly. Small, blue grapes leave their mark on the plate. It will take decades to unknow the sexual orientation. Breathing in the incense, the cannabis rules. You were inhaling the history. A unisex quality in the seedless pomes. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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