Beach walls? I have
lost the moon again,
in red wine.
The breast milk? Was
it a sexiest remark?
the fetus was still inside-
the womb of a closed-
circuit television. I had
the sharpest sight
in dark. You like
the pussy. It purrs, around
my ankles, when I
talk to a pregnant future.
Give me my croci.
I want to make my tea purple.
Satish Verma
lost the moon again,
in red wine.
The breast milk? Was
it a sexiest remark?
the fetus was still inside-
the womb of a closed-
circuit television. I had
the sharpest sight
in dark. You like
the pussy. It purrs, around
my ankles, when I
talk to a pregnant future.
Give me my croci.
I want to make my tea purple.
Satish Verma
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