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Jul 2021
Perseverance, I am
falling and falling in your eyes.
You don't blink, making decision

Divining-who predicts
you have lost face. Conjecture? You
speak, stepping out your skin.

The right to bend down before
Agni after the dream, becomes true. You
make yourself ready to confront defamation.
Written by
Satsih Verma
87
   Bogdan Dragos
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