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Jun 2019
The city breaks me,
when you try to bury memory
in the feral woods.

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Pains shall not buy
the tears as an evidence
of endless slaying.

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There was no time
to halt between life and death.
Someone pulls the string.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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         Bree marie, Yann, ---, ---, Gods1son and 2 others
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