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Everytime you discover a new black hole; someone crosses the border and starts crying. Thread weaved in and out of tapestry. You were nailed to the wall, which never had any doors. Why were you not a mackintosh ? You scripted strangely, talking of an open world. You smell a war between the poems- in a book. There was no ad hoc pain in groins. Your boney nose went to find the peat moss in the jungle of sandalwoods. Satish Verma

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