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Feb 2022
Pariah. Are you ready to take
revenge? You send credible hits.

Doing Violence to roses. Don't
remove the thorns. The moon bleeds .

Bare-foot I walk towards the
god, without the temple. You bring bricks,

O my angel your wings look
*****. The stings will stop you eating dust.

You will not fly now. Sky was
turning red. Sun was shaking head.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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