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My Tender Heart
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Satish Verma You come like a solar
storm. Two dark eyes would hit you to
stop. Was it the ingenuity before twilight?
Cult-not religion was
my loss. I will divest all my gains.
Incarceration will speak now.
A banquet is ready
to eat the glints. Come to fire and
drink the sweet hemlock.
