Pebbles in hand, nudge
to start talking about the life that
was going to throw the moon.
The oleander wears
the roses without thorns. But you
cannot keep the facts without blood.
Would you tell the truth?
What I think gets printed on your
face. The beginning resembles the end.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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