Between the hawk and dove
flesh was the main truth from the
severed neck. Do you believe in violence?
Everything is becoming
unreal. Where the sense lives? I have
nothing to say with bizarre looks.
You were always a mystery.
I climb daily like Sisyphus to slip
back. Would I stop one day?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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