The CameoA Poem by Satish VermaChinks― honest to nails, averting the wants.
Chinks― honest to nails,
averting the wants. It was very dark here. My screams were not reaching to you. The sublety seeps into conversation. Salt was very bitter. Tears swirl at the banks of hurts. The stains were becoming darker. Poachers were honing their pens. Someone falls out of line, to take revenge on the gods. Weather was changing. No dress code was needed to take a dip in holy water. A moon crunch will meet you in nude. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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