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Jan 2021
Why stroking gold
nuggets, I have become poor.Give
me a brief stop to think.

The desire takes a big toll.
I never wished to divert your
attention, to witness an immolation.

The point was heavier
than time. I don't have an explanation.
At the intersect blood rivers meet.
Written by
Satsih Verma
85
   Hakikur Rahman
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