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Aug 2020
A judge sits on
stone to dismantle the
sky made of hollow men.

Knower becomes unknower.
Lies will not win. Truth
was calling.

Your eagerness was
supreme. Cults are masters
of opportunities.

Contradictions will
stay. I will follow no one.
The message will reach.

Nobility was gang *****.
Road of the day was lost.
You float in thoughts.
Written by
Satsih Verma
21
   Juneau
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