satishverma
I Am Not You
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Prickly love, I have
come to bleed. A size of moon
was always shadowing the charisma.
When the crooked fingers
look like question marks, the criminality
of darkness would not speak.
Right on the track of
truth, I was always blinded by
the brightness of the lies of saints.
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