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Nov 2019
Dying with minutes
in dark, when the sun
prepares to leave.

You cannot ****
history. It had happened
on the skin of freaks.

At midnight, I will give
a call to unseen, unheard
egoist, to forget anger.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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   Sukanya Sinha Roy and ---
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