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I was hurt,
I speak. Out of modesty, will write the unspoken stance. Overview is mine I have not read you cohesively. Your vacant eyes, your trembling lips. To know the truth of meaningless nuances, to listen the gain of sea, watching the length and depth of water. Moonlight was aging where the shadows dance, in circle to trap the sun, for a noble sacrifice. Bondinggoes for mortgage. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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