Why grass was ravaged?
Genocide scrambles. I want to
witness the critique of history.
The kindle hour is gone
I was brutally killing the chance. What
would you do with your black pain?
Sun slams the tall trees.
Why were roots coming out in
moon to define virginity and beyond.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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