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by Satish Verma Feb 19, 2021 category : Nature, environment / nature
After finding the pulse, you become a man-eater. Decide to play a volcano? to solve the mystery of god. Shirtless violence, sells the skin, the vagus and the cranium. There was no difference between black and white. I had fallen for the crooked? smile of death. You appear like a nymph in my stasis? of thoughts. I kiss my hands. You penetrate in my bones. O God, you were exactly my image. Moon stained a poem beseeches me, to lift my pen.