You should not
have done this? Trespassing
the virginity of the
olive branch and the ashes.
I will borrow the
words to clean blood
in your eyes. A lovely
jasmine will sit on your lips.
The death holds its
own mercy between good
and bad. Any fondling
of moon was a bliss.
Where will dysplasia
go, after giving an unbearable
loss? You cannot roll the
carpet after the blaze.
The tangerines will give
a big surprise.
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	satishverma (
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