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by Satish Verma Apr 10, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
Blast of horny words comes from sideways. It was your mind. A hungry soul? like a hawk, looks straight in the eyes of a victim. The bunch of clouds make an areola around your head. Were you crying? The mushrooms grow overnight on your lips. At dawn, the steam hurts my poems. And I think, to turn back to my chains, to stitch again my gaze.