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Mauve detachment;
I wanted a short placenta. The dust wants to eat me. My legs give― away, when sun goes blind. I will offer you my dreams to nestle in paws of destiny. Don't walk on the hot sands. They are going to roast my poems. I smell your pines I drink your cones Lake was inviting the boat. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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