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Feb 2021
Life rattles you so hard, that
you were going to become a clown on
the verge of committing chaste crimes.

Everything is changing color.
I wrung my feet in sand to make
them ready to walk on burning coals.

The other side of pain meets a
moon. You want to suffer silently.
Nobody knows the departure.
Written by
Satsih Verma
88
   Imran Islam
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