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A calling from zietgeist; when a flute versus beast starts a power play. My world becomes wet. Amorous, when I watch a moth in your fist. A split moon peels off the cuticle, for a mega show of the cone, shedding cruciform sword. The white tiger leaps with precision, spilling the milk container. It was moonlight. The baked smile now gathers the teeth for a final bite. The diamonds now quiver like a fear. Satish Verma

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Date: 5/24/2013 7:31:00 AM
Unique work that you have penned..Sara
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