No VilificationA Poem by Satish VermaDo you think milk? The medicine,
Do you think milk?
The medicine, had already become a bromide. One benign question, opened the potential of conflict. The fan- tasy? Golden knife? Devastating me. Car- essing the dark, did you stop by the moon to say hello? Unmasking the secret― of immortality? Ephebic. You were always lying to yourself. © 2017 Satish VermaReviews
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