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Satish Verma In an intrinsic space,
the striker comes fast. An intrigue chapter
begins. Moon was taking a bath in the lake.
I survived the big bleed.
My taste wants blood berries and bruised
hearts to write a poem to become a prayer.
The flames cover the
madness. The horror speaks. Everything
was not written in the book.
