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Nov 2020
All was nor well.
If I don't hit the road, who
will bring the light!

Rising faster, masculinity
to destroy migrant birds, without
making them stay.

Can you redefine truth
in dark, when moon was unable
to stop the butterflies.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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