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You Stay for a Stranger
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Satish Verma I don't have my home.
Our war was not decisive. My
words would protect you with ripples.
Later on narcissism harbours
painYou unveil the roofless house.
Black birds would come to drop.
The mirror shows the Acheels
heel. How will you dance when the moon
comes to congratulate your collapse?
