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Leave Grasping Mirage

all glittering is not gold! we the dweller of world live in enigmatic glittering dream to posses everything run after the mirage of desire oh! Nothing these shining are at last all entrepreneur find alluring ashes ash is changing in shape to unshaped gases turned into seen to unseen sigh fill up despondency bin -January 17, 2019 Chattogram

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Book: Shattered Sighs