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Beach walls? I have 
lost the moon again, 
in red wine. 

The breast milk? Was 
it a sexiest remark? 
the fetus was still inside- 

the womb of a closed- 
circuit 

. I had 
the sharpest sight 

in dark. You like 
the pussy. It purrs, around 
my ankles, when I 

talk to a pregnant future. 
Give me my croci. 
I want to make my tea purple.

Satish Verma