You were not there when,
taking a nap, I kissed your hands.
But the other pain comes back.
By giving away my
flesh-I become very rich in mirrors
I am different in every image.
Can you tell me what is
racism, when God was undivided?
I wanted to speak between right and wrong.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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