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Woodrose
by Satish Verma
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  The whole truth was porus, 
a hard punch on my face. We stood 
on the edge of lies. Body 

twisted at several places, mutually 
hating, yet telling sweet nothings, 
bored umpteen times like eroded hisses. 

The shrieks belie the red wall of flames, 
reddened lids. Cannot enhance the 
blackness of night for stars to shine. 

They butchered a symphony. A nude 
cries. The tongue slips. Bonanza for bats. 
And I resume the hunt in starlit jungle of birds. 

Blue lips surround a pink hole. 
Teeth were not visible, but bite was sharp. 
How do you love a distanced friend? 
The beauty of Rafflesia?
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