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Sigh of Sin ? (Part - 3)
by the right of our walks strewed outside we too when hiding ourselves in the regime of fire with our intention and activities with our standpoint with our conduct and behaviour or any instant rule or direction or our deeds that compel the rotation of the deodorant thus after the eye-operation the love between you and me is now seeing more week-ends than before to her knee has been submitted many caws painted in water-colour in every corner and every hole of the body that pulls the rickshaw the wind enters and in every root-cause of the sufferings the ripple of annihilation of love from the shop of dip-swimming now you can also purchase soundlessness to feel the spirit of chrysoberyl now you need the work for 100 days to gain the power you need to keep pace with the graph of the terracotta that may also be a long day of fasting then on the back of that hungry conch-shell a globe shouts the other’s world puts its office-water in the fountain of cactus the roaring of which pours so many telephone-calls into the ears then in our market the ear-bursting sound of the generator then in our forest-land the bullet-fight between maoist and the joint-force then with the enlarging and waning of our moon are the bright fortnight the dark fortnight and the leaves of wood-apple
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