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Jul 2019
Do you want to say
few words before the night
falls on silent credos?

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Space was shrinking.
We can't breath in gory demo.
Back to back you want.

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For moonrise in red
sky. There were shadows under
the weeping willows.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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