My price is like dust
By iG Nik Rajput_elf
Today’s true words will become false tomorrow.
The body of the soil will end in the soil itself.
The moonlight of four days for the rest of life
Tomorrow she will ride on four shoulders.
Live comfortably for two moments tomorrow to this effigy
By burning your price will become like dust.
The stiff face will be ashes
The bundle will be filled and shed in the Ganges.
The character of the story is you, your work is over
As soon as it happens, the rule will be of someone else.
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