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Backtracking
Like antiwords, the absent
truth, walks with you.
It had indented the push.
Profanities are on rise.
Marginal dare has a
bracing truism.
I am working on a thesis.
The candles are out.
Light will come from burning
doors. Smashed windows will harbor
the grudge.
Satish Verma
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Satish Verma
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