Espionage. Are you
searching yourself. You are denying
yourself the coup against the gang of gods.
I will sonify your
unheard music. Speculative? Is it dark
under the milky way and it is autocracy?
The nightmares inhibit.
I will not let you go beyond the stars.
There are many dreams beyond the skies.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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