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BLIND ALLEYS

A nascent cry demands the signature of space. I will start the self destruction- clawing back on the land of betrayals. The rule of sky was at stake. Trees were burning and the birds want to grasp the stark reality of notional violence. In dark hour I know not words to lift the eyelids the cloud, the flowers, the blood ! Satish Verma

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Date: 10/15/2013 10:50:00 AM
† What Would I Liken This World It's Moment In Time To ? A Predator, Upon The Prowl It's Greatest Desire To Crawl Into One's Heart As Mind; Bind Them With It's Misery ? Kind Of Like That Song By Elton John: Someone Saved My Life Tonight; You Almost Had Me Roped And Tied ? Hang In There Beautiful Satish, And I Do Love Your Young Heart's Passions ˜ My Love, Always, John
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