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Let the untold suffering settle the incompleteness of truth.

Sailing, triangulating the body.

Not begging, for a native dream;

A tiny doubt sends out the solvos. Self on fire,

Moon was not faraway. It rejected the evidence against the rhyme

Under the holy basil, lighting the earthen lamp,

The winds ruffle the solitude. Sparrows were

Raising the walls around you, you started

Take off the glasses and look at it closely, the infant

There was no secret among mountains.