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Aug 2019
Listen to wind in
dark. I was hurting myself
not to kiss black rose.

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There was blood under
the eyes for writing unknown
truths about a fall.

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Time was not for myths.
The traveler resumes journey
to meet failed god!
Written by
Satsih Verma
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