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Mar 2019
Everlasting-
revelation. As if
a vampire was made up
of stars.

The spooking
tilts. I remake
myself as one of the
last voices.

This street goes
nowhere.You must
search yourself
to find your cessation.

Clock over
clock. Time does not
move without a
****** daily.

The democracy
lives. Somebody
laughs behind
the bars.
Written by
Satsih Verma
112
   Yann
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