Sometimes your face
disappears. Gods were nowhere.
My plight was to unknow myself.
A grudge beats the water.
Cannot Ignite your opus. Pasteur-
ization was always incomplete.
You eat the limbs of
argument, to spurt the blood.
I cannot hear the blast any more.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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