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Mar 2020
It was a celebration.
You were ready to start
self-questioning.

In this immoral
world, why someone died
laughing?

This is not true.
Nobody wants to be honored
after the death of unknown.

You become a child,
after the ****** of sepia night
for the sake of moon.

It was like a
trail of the trembling comet,
when the god cried.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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