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Eros Was Blind
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Satish Verma Coming of age. Sometimes
it disturbs. I will play with fire, in separating
flames. Sun was not cooling.
Dear love, I will never
cross the eros. The rage tells, someone
wants to be killed for no lie.
Eden was dying daily.
There were no questions to be discussed.
How does a knife separate the head from heart?
