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Overbalancing

The space between the two ends,was becoming a game of thorns. The leprous increase tips the moon. An unseen virgin becomes red rose. It was another day in the desert. I don’t want to become a prophet. A titular sun was collecting the lilies to divide the night in halves. Manipulating the nucleus, are you ready to accept the uncommitted sin ? Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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