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by Satish Verma Nov 4, 2013 category : Nature, environment / nature
Take the thorns away from roses. Sex will never be the same. Bring the bellicosity under cover on the steep side. The mountain has started cracking. The wreckage was strewn around in the field of croci. Religion had hit the jagged cliff and exploded. It was not an airborne god. The salt water was telling a tainted story. Flashing the legs, the pink panther will find an equal in wolf. It was a political liability. * Sacred sex on water trail. Would you mind to sit on a solid rock and measure the strong winds stripping the tall trees? Jackals were calling. Lions are approaching. You say it was not immoral to commit a sin before the fire. There is a bloody gash on my body. I am not able to stop iniquity. Satish Verma