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May 2022
Exploring the voyage of
a stairway. The trees would take
to learn the truth in the dark.

The mercy of water
speaks. We will not talk about
the ending of a trip in space.

The moral face appears
again in lingual pain. The dumb skin
chokes the trigger. No thought survives.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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