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Dec 2020
How you make the money in a
house of mirrors? Negativity becomes truth.
I am scraping my name from board.

Your self-portrait is
spilling the colors. Subject was
changing the title to **** story.

My mate your bed of thorns
was ready for crucifixion. The soul will
not come out of body to take revenge.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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