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Aug 2022
Complicity was ****
Glass windows always betray the
contours of truth. Pain starts screaming.

The silence has many
roots. Why were you born in this
century? Afternoon was cool in black sun

The paradox of wordless
reality has many shades. Religion and
crimes have come nearer. I will stop praying.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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