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Walk with me blood moon, I am very lonely today like an orang-utan at the very edge of lips wants to know, where the forest will end. In the last strip of land they were surrounded. Anytime they will commit mass suicide to save the honour of thighs and guns : they will bite the glass capsules of cyanide. Must I feel sadness ? God, they are going to sleep in dust without saying thank you. SATISH VERMA

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