Ideation
A fuzzy fear descends.
You become ensconced?
in the smell of a
paranoia.
The saltcutter will forego
the idiosyncrasy
and start collecting the oil
from the dome.
A stain on the shirt
spreads, covers
the heart in distress.
Codas were waiting.
Do not burn the book.
Go in a lily pond for a ?
script. The different shades
of flesh will be revealed.
The divine sin will ask
for a retribution for ?
the withdrawl syndrome.
Satish Verma
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