A golden bullet will bite
the adolescence for the sake of
prudence. Inebriated
everybody wanted to go in a state of bliss.
It was a targeted killing
of a dream. Redolent of a prophet
who will not answer the call
of a burning dune.
The holy moonless night will wash
the sins of a city today. I am not
going to meet the death tonight.
I am the eye and I am the nude.
Like truth on the other side of
exhibits. Pure beak was ready
to eat a virgin lie. Again we are
sitting to solve the mystery of adultery.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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