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A Small Story

Talking of obscenity you were undressing to show the scars. It was and it was not a display of is. Little raw wound. The lungs will not take this insult and scream in full horror. One collapsed faith, after the god failed him to climb a ladder. I am still convalescing from the gunshot injury, when you fired at a blackbird. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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