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Satish Verma My turf war was over. You want to write
your will in blood. My prodigy has collapsed..
New vistas are steamy colored dreams. I was
searching for my lost silver coin. Were you empathetic?
I will not count all your sins. Life is
altering every day. Small things are becoming big.
Waiting for a defining day? I believe in
pluralism. I don't want to hear myself.
The grey wall was surreal. You
cannot paint the brown bears dancing.
in truth... i love reading
in truth... i love reading your content... yet it is so full of meaninglessness, that i wish to gouge my eyes out at the prospect of enjoying it so recklessly {do you smell a fault?!?!} i dance like no one that has danced before me ((fuckACHILLES) and all). ya dig? myNIGG... LOLolo