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Apr 2019
After descent was
a puerile attempt to save
the ******'s blues.

Blind faith kills one-all.
You bow down to touch feet of
semiclad idols.

Your half-grief to sell
the portrait of insane god
will go waste today.
Written by
Satsih Verma
59
   Vanessa Gatley
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