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Apr 2017
The bond cow
was strutting in the night
the wind,
the bond movies' audio.

The bond cow
alone, with a blue hue
around the bones that
shaped the flesh in between,
in the orange of streetlights

The bond cow
unlike the lazy cows
huddles on sideroads
and mid roads, mud roads,
clean roads, ***-holed roads,
what the hell were you doing
up at that time.
Arihant Verma
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Arihant Verma  23/M/Present
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