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ABDICATION

It was a domestic pain, when we came apart in boots and helmets. Taking the shine away, moon gave up the fight on lake, against the clouds, a sniper intuitingly, started a homicidal blasting to start the rains. An ode to sepia needs scrutiny; cuttlefish had a second thought. No faith permits the slaughter of septa. Walls were squinting to see better. A square root will find the squall, between the breaths. Beyond arousal of oceans a shaken, surreal, blast from a craven rifle. Satish Verma

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Date: 6/2/2011 12:49:00 PM
Love the new found inspiration of poets I have been reading today. Glad to see your poetry among them Satish. May the sun always shine down upon you and continue to bring inspiration to your soul. Love, Carol
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