A thirst for seeing―
you again in sleep, dreaming
of sacred altar.
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Making sacrifice
of all your proceeds of pen
and burn black roses.
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Dazzled, the life was
jealous of you, walking among
jewels of fallen.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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