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Senses smothered in filth, wails in repugnance, isolated from immoral.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
NAVARASA#4: DISGUST
Senses smothered in filth, wails in repugnance, isolated from immoral.
Open to a world where deception and immorality dominates, disgust is inevitable.
arvind-srinivasan
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
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