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Dec 2018
It is secret
In gloomy light .
I buried a grazer in pasture
I swept leaves for burning his grave
But I had captured by somnambulism
Firstly I entered in way of confession
There is a seed of god
It heard this bitter secret
After forty silent days  a seed rose its head with arrogance
It revealed it
Written by
Ashique  16/M/Thanur
(16/M/Thanur)   
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       ---, Fawn and P A R Á D E I S O S
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