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Feb 4
Was it a religious death
by obtusing the karma? I don't want
to seek the oldest human.

What goes out of the body
by burning the love ? I am being
churned in humanity in broad daylight.

What takes you to the end?
One thing matters. We are forgetting
the language of man. I want to give you flashes.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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