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do not go the orphean way, he thinks, friends meet as strangers on road, was the absolute absence able to find an air hole ? the era of truth dawns too late; calls the windswept moon as a witness, the shuddering will distill, like purple fears from the sieve of panic and crumbs of blue will fall, concordia finds a new meaning of falsehood, stoops, i would say, for a megacreation, the baby was found on a garbage dump in the maddening silence of protests, the vegans are not going too far, powerless like a cadaver you do not want to open the eyes from a bandaged face SATISH VERMA