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Jun 2017
Between the hope and
betrayal lies the truth-
a terra cotta version
of time.
A vitrified china will
not reflect your face.

You search the word's
tragedy, in a wound's
profile.

A speaking book repeats
the sermon.Do not
go after the questions.There
are no answers.

Prepare for the last rites
of porcelain.Only the plastic mind
knows the reality.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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