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Jun 2019
In inner conflict,
wearing snakeskin, to make
a very sacred ****.

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What a sinful dream,
in moonless night, when rain stops.
I will find you then.

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Don't follow the stars.
They will mesmerize you to
love the beautiful lies.
Written by
Satsih Verma
65
       Yann, JaxSpade and Sukanya Sinha Roy
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