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Sep 2020
I won't give up.
Don't throw the water on me.
I am playing with fire.

Killing quietly, you
slither like a snake to change
the *** in honor of seizing power.

Why death was being
sold very cheap, after the wrath.
Paper-thin love carries Himalaya.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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