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by Satish Verma Jul 28, 2024 category : Nature, environment / nature
You pretend? there was no god. I want to see your eyes color. Like lovers, two stars collide in midnight dark. Miranda was the lead. What was the politics of legs. They always take you to salt lakes. No self-loathing, watering, the leaves. Roses will not shed the thorns. My vision will see through your mask. You are going to jump on flame.