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If, I was not afraid of, the thing, but the signature strike of a copycat in the art of dismantling. You, try to pull down brick by brick, the jeopardy. A dead premises becoming alive. How, will you,numb with pain, explain the poetry of victim’s trail, becoming a Buddha ? Can you find a bo tree for me ? The, grape hyacinth, I still carry your globular blue eyes, chasing my kisses. Why in the evening ? Satish Verma

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Date: 10/8/2024 9:45:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 11/13/2023 6:26:00 AM
Amazing poem ,i love it.
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Date: 3/16/2017 4:09:00 PM
Amazing write! I like the flow with which it goes.... Superb!
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