Half a journey, you want
a happy end. Beyond crossing the
desert, what was left in the brain.
On the other side of life,
would you accept the god leaving
the temple, and the destruction starts ?
When it is raining, I will
ask ,what mirrors in you ?You
were not ready to live in hell.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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