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Oct 2020
Before the dawn
black sky breaks in my eyes.
We were very sick.

You were avoiding
the cross. I cannot pass on twisted
version of beautiful end.

Tiger was alone in den
waiting for a saddened song
on piano for a last time.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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