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Apr 2019
Between dead and live
god sleeps in the golden crib
to rename unborn.

In a recurring
triangle of deities, will you
ask burning questions?

Why do you ascend in
violence of words, when I gave
you gift to come back?
Written by
Satsih Verma
75
   Jon G M and djemal ua
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