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Mar 2021
I was standing in the pawn-
shop to make up my mind. They
were changing the price of human skin.

Do I mortgage my ruins,
romanticizing my paling horizon? Leaves
were changing colors to welcome bride.

Can we mix love and hate?
Moon wants to commit suicide from
the edge of earth. I will wait till end.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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