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Aug 2021
Something was rotten.
What do you want to prove? One day
you will see my sorrow in the sky.

A child lives in me of old
age. Speaks of unborn earth. One by one,
everyone winters. Only bones laugh

Where is the point of no
return? Can you reverse the aftermath
of holocaust? I even cannot cry.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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     Brett and Imran Islam
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