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Jan 2022
You were trying to become
the truth Can I become a god of stones?
It was a clear faith in Satan.

Who sends the black
magic to turn a man into religion?
I have my own words to translate.

There was a quarrel between
moon and the Bodhi tree. Only the shadow
of the Bo tree bleeds, when you **** the moon.
Written by
Satsih Verma
119
   Papaya
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