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Jul 2021
Shine the path. Someone
commits to die without pain,
disengaging from the jarring religions.

The chill will not go
by the little bottle. There was artificial
love to make the ends meet.

Avocados were talking
about new impacts. You have lived
enough. Where the pits go?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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