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This attitude rattles me. Silence has―

When the surveillance increased, the curtains started

There was a lapse before the fall of moon.

The icon, is a smoky gem,

Drum-beats were coming nearer. The lineage is being questioned.

Half milk water and half water milk.

My ultimate reply was my silence. There was―

Talking of prudery, you acquiesce in,

No questions were taken from unforgiving sword.

Releasing the pain. Your eyes laugh,