Pure Murder

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Satish Verma

The spill of sheen 
after deep throat explosion. 

Not as special 
as the day appeared. 


Afraid of complete annihilation? 
Was it possible? 

Untenable? 
Living in a cavern full of bats? 

A key slept in a lock 
unmoving the golden doors. 

Beyond the control, 
lies disaster.

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