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May 2022
It was perseverance.
My flesh was Pi. You have discovered.
me in reverence for abrasion.

You run short of love.
Plus makes the truth. Pain creeps out
from the brown eyes of your face.

The smoke covers the
melted heart, when you walk. Moon climbs
down to meet the rival on earth.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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