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by Satish Verma Sep 14, 2017 category : Life, society / inspirational
A silence speaks up at ungreen age for an unknown, finding dark matter in hiddenness of sleazy light. A dove in the valley of tulips stops a flight for a wayfarer. What was that persisists, in envioronment and bunkers? Queen bee will decide for a spliced dawn of honeycomb in a bloodless coup. The stings were the torchbearers. A smile comes out with a walker. The vitals were dysfunctioning. The end does not need any comma.