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Will Not Speak
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Satish Verma You have clean hands.
You don't hide.
I can read your signs.
The rising violence
makes the rich tombs. You
stand like a Buddha.
From the ashes, you
can build a Homer's Troy.
I will not visits the site.
The legacy of moon
suffers. The doormats become
rich. Why fake daddies?
A brain stops midway
in jungle of no words.
You want to sing.
You are scared of me
for receiving the gifts.
