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Satish Verma War and love, there
were no pure words. You move to
snatch me from the earth. Neo-fake!
Man always comes with
the matchet. You reply with flowers
to invite peace..No answers.
In your charisma, there was endless
death. From comedy to hemlock,
Socrates watches and turns the head.
