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Jan 29
The time flies wearing
the past. I hold the stone pain to
prevent the future to commit suicide.

Do you love the phenomenal
knocking. Some pure faces open the
eyes to stop the death. I'm ready to go.

Something stops you, before
you ignite the road. No rain will
come to save the poor's corner home.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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