Violent Flaws

Violent Flaws

A Poem by Satish Verma
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You call an all night truce of all stripes in moonlight.

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You call an all night truce 
of all stripes in moonlight. 
Only milk will flow in dark. 



The violets had a secret to tell. 
Tonight the moon will 
appear red after meditation. 



A single parent, gay, has 
come to stay in line 
to accept his godless defeat.

© 2018 Satish Verma


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Added on September 27, 2018
Last Updated on September 27, 2018
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