In camouflage the unknown
flame sneaks a look from the moon, when
flickering candles would die?
Hypocrisy will dominate.
Where the blackbirds have gone? Do you
know some teachers who teach piano?
Why don't we die for nobody?
The pain was accumulating. I Want
to wash my clothes in dark.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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