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Jan 28
Who wants to die poor
near the sufferings? You were wounded by
unknown power. How much was true?

No desire to make a
new world. It was unbecoming. No
time to think about yourself.

Tonight you will lose
yourself. O venomous snake. Ending was
unending. A poison enters and a poem screams.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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