Abstract Thoughts

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Satish Verma

Escaped soul 
was pronounced dead, after 
becoming rich. You start 
peeling of the skin of neo-poverty. 

Hunger equates you with god. 
It hurts your tarnished honesty. The 
image of half-man, half-tiger. 
The veneer coming off very soon. 

The pepper spray was well 
planned for steady hands to 
make you spring-blind. Your pockets are 
full of fireflies. 

The poetry effect was negligible, 
when you start praying for snowstorm.

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obsessed w/ the 1st stanza

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