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Not able to sing─ you have become the song.

One hazel moon of November. I was thinking

The smiling god, sitting on the throne

Standing knee deep in water invoking the sun god

Aggravated injury, after a man tries

Nevermore you will talk of the forked tongue.

Stakeholders, are coming. There was conflict between

A kingfisher would like to have no borders,

The absolute had become contentious.

Barefoot you reach for candidacy to