Step down from your
ego. The brain dead has─
left a lesson.
Left a lesson, the brain dead.
Will you measure the
EF before the cardiac arrest?
Sexing an issue
of dented verbs, why
do you need a defence?
The numbers are climbing.
You have entered─
a high risk zone,
of killing yourself.
Give me a ghost writer, I
need an art, not a duplicate.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2017 23:07
- Category: Nature
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