I dear my mutton dish though I love the most, for my love so deep for it. I dear for someone might be loving like me but living in somewhere at a refugee camp.......
CRASH OF MIRROR Lazy ball-pair down the forehead Stirs at only dark ahead Sometimes with nasty it gets crushed Discovering the enthusiast knocked Fever pulsated illusionist spirit With cracked wing and fallen spike Besides, crashes between the four knees Tend to bury with shame instead That crash validates for long sun-rises With compact slumber offed light passes Along several visits through a single face Results delay in every work hour to trace
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