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Aug 2017
Art of dying
comes, after
you listen to the siren song.

The intention
was to **** yourself,
non-violently, when
moon was hiding.

Man was changing the skyline. You can
redraw the landscape without hurting the grass.

Don't offer to sacrifice
the goat on the rock,
where the shipwrecks took place.

You burn that, what you
would not eat. The
assassination charges were true.
Ancient Echoes
Written by
Satsih Verma
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