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ETERNAL DRIFT
A hidden lump was revealed
in annual ritual.
You flung open the gates-
to take away the regal pain.
Was it a reprisal
for a purple nail ?
Withdrawl was threatening.
In the line of fire
comes the guilt.
The suicide in the goddess
womb ? Celebrate if
you pull out.
Floating on the drifting
threat. The welts will sing
the erotica.
Satish Verma
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