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by Satish Verma Jul 19, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
Less molecular affinity exists in the breaths of time gone by. I will squeeze my lips stitching the borders of pain. Brown salt was taking the color of hails. Knives were red. You know the truth. Religion covers the half- burned candles. Draped in shroud, the untouched womb picks up the priest. Even the stars go dim like orphans of sky, searching god.