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Jul 2019
The burden of life to
carry fund roses, neither pink,
nor yellow, just black.

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I wanted to forget the
morbidity of violence and
crooked smiles of moon.

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Unheard words move
like vipers. You don't bleed.
Freeze like a statue.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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