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Jul 2019
Wearing leaves, one
by one, I become a bo tree.
Buddha will not come.

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Can you devour the-
chilling pain of mushrooms, dying-
every one in cold?

*

The greed overtakes.
Toads don't find place to sit.
Podium fails the speaker.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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