When you plan to quit,
the ghost limb will slash the wrist
to swallow pride.
I do not want to
call you my yesterday. Past
takes revenge.
Nemesis comes
to play its role. Divine
punishment for me.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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