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Oct 2017
Shame of centuries,
you wanted to erase.
******* were empty

Strafing nonstop,
you throw
the rocks on martyr.

The naked saint
accepts defeat.
Covers himself today

Ode to severed
head. He was
still smiling.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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