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Satish Verma Take the thorns away
from roses.
Sex will never be the same.
Bring the bellicosity under
cover on the steep side.
The mountain has started cracking.
The wreckage was strewn
around in the field of croci.
Religion had hit the jagged cliff and exploded.
It was not an airborne god.
The salt water was telling
a tainted story.
Flashing the legs, the
pink panther will find an equal in
wolf. It was a political liability.
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Sacred sex
on water trail.
Would you mind to sit
on a solid rock and
measure the strong winds
stripping the tall trees?
Jackals were calling.
Lions are approaching.
You say it was not immoral
to commit a sin before the fire.
There is a bloody gash
on my body. I am not
able to stop iniquity.
