My bed lay vacant.For four daysI had sat, rested and slept on it.The signs of my occupation, ... Read full text
You have painted death like a journey which can never be reverted. And finally deliverance of pain.
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You have painted death like a journey which can never be reverted. And finally deliverance of pain.