You talk of evil,
I become incendiary.
The name had power.
Unthinkable. You
fight the lurid details of
chopping off fingers.
How would you write
the opus of human slip
for seeking royalty?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2023 02:41
- Category: Nature
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