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Satish Verma At lake point
I had yet to kiss you.
I always said to
you. Age would never
give clemency.
I must subject
myself for scrutiny.
Where did the math go wrong?
The temple, a
shrine. A viper always
waited.
Tell me, would
you ever sign the will
to let go the rope?
Moon and sea, will
maintain the distance.
