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Satsih Verma
Poems
Jul 2017
White Lies
It was a glass house.
A burning boat capsizes
in milk body, creating
a schism.
Relentlessly, a classical theme
was furloughed. I
refuse to sell,
sell anything.
A deemed thought is
nurtured, hiring the
tall grasses, to hide
the ****. I am writingβ
a poem of falling leaves
to eat the huge steps
of a giant, who started
the blood time.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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