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Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: September 09, 2017 00:09:43 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Yours Only
A city prepares to die. 
What is the real time now 
for blemishing the skin of a man? 

In your violet eyes 
I will find a moon 
for an encounter. 

An alien wall comes up 
between us.We cannot shed 
the veils of clouds. 

I hate brother, hate the 
ambassadors of death 
in the voluptuousness of greed. 

O my shadow, 
dying was a great art.
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