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May 2023
It was a civil war between
eyes and hands. Illusion of angels
opened the ground of burning pyres.

I have to find the pause
amid the illusion and delusion,
when the factual nouns alter the truths.

Why does fear enter the
door of judgement? The spirit?
You were forgetting the void.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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   Druzzayne Rika
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