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May 2023
Moon hangs from
your eyes in black dreams.
Wolves run into the woods.

The human touch was
waning. I will follow the arc of
pain. Man becomes fish.

After the drill I ask to
dismantle all man made palaces.
It is time to worship rocks.
Written by
Satsih Verma
         Ciel Noir, ---, Weeping willow, Aneesah Lionheart, m and 1 other
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