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Jul 2019
Looks like ordinary
eyes. You break me again when
blue lake dries up.

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A flyover runs fast
to catch the man in haste, going
for a pilgrimage.

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Account must be cleared
before you sell future into
the penniless fakir.
Written by
Satsih Verma
102
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