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by Satish Verma Dec 27, 2020 category : Nature, environment / nature
There were no regrets- from the life to lose the game. Tell me, how can I forget you, when flesh was melting from the bones? The poetics. This was not the world, I had dreamed. Sinkhole. You are swallowed alive. The script was changing. War allows to drop the morality. Eye shamed. For your sake. O God, I had loved your creation. Why it had become dirty? This was no more my property. Take away the loaned apples. It is the split, the divide. I am walking barefoot to feel the bygone dead sacrifices.