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Spark of libido was doused in golden dust. Let the darkness decide the ascension of ice. The possession of naked rose, him, the pure jewel panicks in the manipulation of hands crawling on the purple sea of corals. A battle starts for a mystic wheel, for opening the door of heaven. A sooty entrance in the hall of sins. The gathering of queens, a flock of serpents; the failing guts of the hero, what if the city that never wakes. SATISH VERMA

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