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Jan 12
Give me your night,
I will make a sun. The prophecy
is not true. You remove the disease.

You step into the red
water. No mercy. There was too much
blood in the melting glacier.

I am surrounded by
words. No empathy. The wounds invite
them to come and stand in line.
Written by
Satsih Verma
64
   Jamadhi Verse
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