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Oct 2020
You look very big, like
supermoon, when you come near
me to smell my breadth.

Moratorium, I have
decided not to decipher a
cipher. Your memory interrupts.

The medieval pain
wakens the dilemma to ****
or not to **** the actors.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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