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by Satish Verma May 9, 2017 category : Nature, environment / nature
Knowing too much was painful. Shedding the fear, we were disappearing in each other. The rioting has spread between deathless principles. Unborn was the sadistic attack- sleeping on roses. There was hidden sex in the pricks. I made love with the bones- unthreading. I will not borrow the colors of moon now.