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I THINK IT WAS TWILIGHT
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Satish Verma Infidelity, the old man
stumbles. It was wrong to come out of the truth.
The sky became pink. Sun was nowhere.
In abeyance, I become
a god. May not be perfect. Starts
to dawn on me. Was living in death.
or dying in living. Very
difficult to walk straight. Anyone
wants to die for rebirth?
