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The Untitled Erotica
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Satish Verma Plurality of the sin
slids across the sludge
of cheating -
on the cohabitation of virtue.
Encountering myself in mirror,
under the spell of repetition?
Discovering yourself -
can you predict your end?
Inheriting the long night -
I cannot act for me. The flesh
seeks the curved breast of
unspoken grief. I wouldn't become ruthless -
to smell the gift of parting kiss,
tossing the landscape aside.
