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Don’t you agree with my ability to loosen up on our times in no night ? A river thing was flowing through foliaged silence. In deranged hour of the neck tie, you throw up obscenity on road. What ? Chicken hearted ? Sickle cell anemia ? Goat rioting before sacrifice:- the tiny feet will drop from heaven to walk in blood and bless you for dispatching the head of unlove. The night hawk butchers the hope, if the baby owl cries again. Afraid, I am going to take a flight to yellowing moon. Satish Verma

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