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Mar 11
Looking at the menace
the maker of life goes into depression.
One day the world would say, its end will not come.

You don't want to wash
your sins. Metaphysics has failed.
The mind discovers new pains.

Blood is too hasty, changes
the veins. The causes are culprits.
It is easy to create delusions.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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