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Jun 2019
Your calculus goes
wrong. Stones are melting
in cool moonlight.

*

Nightingales are
exiled, at the pretext of
saving the sanity.

*

In ending, I will
begin my journey to find
the eternity.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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