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Counterfeits

Traversing atopia I am touching your belly button, to find the remains of ancient connectivity. Was that good- asking for a nasal approach to the golden incense of a sleeping Buddha ? The faith crumbles at the feet of a groping figure. A falcon tears away the pink globe, drinking the falling nectar. Unzipped, a Venus now opens the secret of a murder. The dismembered parts were strewn around over the surface of moon. Satish Verma

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