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Aug 5
Did you make up, standing
with elephantiasis on the bank.
No reason. An invisible hand had pulled you.

Why is this pain, in
my and your eyes. In crippling light
the doors of love have been crossed.

How to worship the
holy body made of iron? It was not
an avenger after the fall of head.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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