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Apr 2019
Would you be one day
my assassin? I don't
want the god to act.

A sacred promise.
I will meet you behind the
sacrificial moon.

Who knows the future-
of bright twinkling stars in sky?
They turn to ashes.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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