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Apr 2020
It was religion.
The yellow viper will strike.
No weight of sin.

The spirit will not
wear a body if I fail to
die in your hands.

The bridal oath
drops some words to become
winged and fly away.
Written by
Satsih Verma
17
   Imran Islam
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