Painless GreenA Poem by Satish VermaPainless Green
The flame eaters will
follow you. You want to bring back inquisition. * Ashes in hand, and your pride, you climb in dark. I would meet satans. * The fish smells the man. What was honesty? Dead pan― he wants to return to sea. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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