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Jan 9
No hoax. I am dating
myself. The body displays the
culture, a suicidal dharma.

Who delivers the pain
and who was the receiver? The resilience
of love pokes my sanity.

The ****** comes, when
the sun and the moon strike. The
tears of the dead sea want to give salt.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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