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Dec 2022
The pain waits for ever.
Nothing to ask, nothing to give.
You make a house of glass to be transparent.

The sculptor sexualizes
the stones by carving a beauty of
ancient human walking undressed on land.

A truth be unwrapped?
The stigma will not allow the flies
to sit. The fruits will never come.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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