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1.Like a weaving cobwebThe mind is always under constructionEvery encounter reforms it to fit a growth…or an ungrowthEvery lived encounter murders Making people we meet murderers;… good or bad murderers 2.There are good murderersWho can kill ignorance to birth knowledgeThere are revered murderersWho can kill doubts to birth loyaltyThere are great murderersWho can kill hatred […]
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