satishverma

Sinking Boat

Now comes the visual
separation after the fall of an
enemy. The urbanite
crumble has begun.

The needles in eyes are hurting
the milk. Do you play
a Chinese game?
The depressive psychosis-

will throw the shackles around
you. Honey, you have
a trace of lead inside. I want
a silk covering on the arrows.

Dip a child on street
and you will create a skipper.



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