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Apr 2021
I asked you to be gentle,
not negating the love. The mythological
legend will start wiping the tears.

You stand without a sword.
The white goddess made for me, though
with pink bones, silvery eyes.

A long tweezer was
interbred with gods. Invaders come
for a savage rivalry on the planet.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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