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cyriac maliakkal

The man who melted the sound

of making the towers of pain.

The woman she had homed into

the heart of one;.

She was quite warm,but had no

beauty of any treasures.

She elbowed a beauty of

uselessness.

Then she melted the sound of

making the tower of pleasures .

The man came but did not homed

into the home to her.

She became wept.

The man he had became freed.

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