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Sunday, 15 June 2014

Curse poem

Of course F*** is not a religious word
Neither is Shit
Nor bitch, nor crap or piss.

But when
My Love
They come out of your Kashmiri mouth
And rest for a moment on your glossy lips  
It seems as if they have been
Beatified and canonized
For eternity and ever
For public use.

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