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by Satish Verma Nov 27, 2016 category : Nature, environment / nature
The occult was scrounging in stringent way to resurrect the past. No answer. There will never be an answer. Where questions stand an answer was not there. Acquittal in setting sun. Endless love making had passed with the moon. We will not- recreate the bronzed body. Night, curse and a tale of purple, pink horse, accepting a libation for the penile god. A savior was present to watch the ceremony of surrender. The serpent was ready to bite.