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Jul 2020
You have to die
to live again for bloodline.
See how the wind blows.

The black roses go
in flames. I change myself
to understand you.

There was no niche
in your wall to place my
deity to mirror me.
Written by
Satsih Verma
20
     waskosims and Miss Ree
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