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by Satish Verma Aug 5, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
A bruise has appeared? where you had kissed me, last night. O Miranda? I am not going for any other moon. Like Uranus, I bleed in my eyes; from every pore. Astraphobia? I am going to stay in dark. This theology of aneurysms? Who was hoodwinking the ancient gods in the battle of murderous themes? My hands start shaking. A blue rash spreads. In honeyed voice you invoke your angel and seek blessings? before you go for a rape.