This world is not going
to change the capricious hands of
rulers. Don't think a lot. Let the fever rise.
Can you move away
from your death? It is inconsolable.
A bewitching effect is sighted.
A queer probe starts of.
the fight between mirrors and scorpions.
Ask for water hemlock. Nothing appears.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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