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Jul 2019
Skin-hot, I will bake
my words to impress your unique
martyrdom- sans blood drops.

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The apple on tree laughs.
It is not going to fall down-
in this Omniverse.

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You conceive a
baby god in your mind to know
the eternal truths.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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     Fecundeity and Sukanya Sinha Roy
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