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Oct 4
I will foresee your
beauty to see through the water of tears.
You want to **** the darkness?

The vision of the wounds
appear and disappear. As far as I
remember, the Karma is your Almighty.

What is, and what is
not. You will not reach the end of
love. It haunts you when you sit on the pyre.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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