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by Satish Verma Feb 26, 2019 category : Nature, environment / nature
Hacked to death. All I scribbled on? your breast. I was on the verge of a confession. I loved you like never before. A full moon, like a toddler was hopping towards me. Never reached the perfection. Do not have any wants. Getting the burns from the cushions. I will call you later.