Would you be one day
my assassin? I don't
want the god to act.
A sacred promise.
I will meet you behind the
sacrificial moon.
Who knows the future―
of bright twinkling stars in sky?
They turn to ashes.
Satish Verma
my assassin? I don't
want the god to act.
A sacred promise.
I will meet you behind the
sacrificial moon.
Who knows the future―
of bright twinkling stars in sky?
They turn to ashes.
Satish Verma
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