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by Satish Verma Aug 13, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Sharing my sweetbread with you in densely days when want spans religion. You burn my roses. Exiting the day I go for? wash of cannabis. Cannot forget you once in my emptiness of harvesting the moon. Rains. The August night? invites an apparition. You walk through the door.