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Mar 2
It was war of moons.
I want to live to see your
eyes. Mad you are Mad I am.

I am confused. If
god was true, there was no
lie. The communication must stop.

My poems laugh with
Me. The individuals cannot exist.
From where the dangers come?
Written by
Satsih Verma
66
   Harriet Maguire
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