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Oct 2019
You talk of evil,
I become incendiary.
The name had power.

Unthinkable. You
fight the lurid details of
chopping off fingers.

How would you write
the opus of human slip
for seeking royalty?
Written by
Satsih Verma
82
   Harley Hucof
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