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by Satish Verma Apr 18, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
After you gave me a split rupture, there was a mirror pain. The bruises get away without mercy. A hand will write reversely a poem. You cannot erase the stink, which comes from the mouthless words. And the triangle will eat the floating bodies of bloated dreams. Who always chased me with subtlety, when hills were crumbling. Moon becomes lunatic.