satishverma
I Select Limited
Category: /General/
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An unborn poem wantsa name to make a poet of me
to discover the black truths.
To lacerate, the moon was
running shirtless. Why was there
devastation of culture. religion and morality?
What was the merit of
karma? You were digging the farm land
to bring out all the grave sins.
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