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Sep 2020
You were choked being
non-partisan. I was telling to trees
after the travesty of truth.

A contentious bitterness
breaks after the separation from river
of blood.Who has killed whom?

The dark secrets of the
whorling earth will never be known
to aliens.We were not bonafides.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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