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Jun 2015
Will my body remain a temple after you penetrate its innocence?
Will these hands be forever stained by filth and guilt?
Will the world forgive me for the sins in this lifetime?
Will I ever have the chance to see this corrupt ground rebuilt?
Gita
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Gita
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