Your alignment
with sea was not perfect. You
were wading in sand.
Give me a slip
of eyes. A scion was
ready to catch winds.
Behind the teeth
lies a bloody tongue. Will spell
your ancient name.
Satish Verma
with sea was not perfect. You
were wading in sand.
Give me a slip
of eyes. A scion was
ready to catch winds.
Behind the teeth
lies a bloody tongue. Will spell
your ancient name.
Satish Verma
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