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Apr 2017
He has been spoken off.

Sometimes I feel,
it is time to go.

Sun is preparing to depart.
After sometime moon will arrive.

You want to stop writing
and shut the book. Enough.
All things said, world will go on its way.

You change the clothes,
alter the ***,
exchange the god,
and refuse to die.

Nothing, but the ***** game survives.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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