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Jun 2023
Incendiary. Water
was a charity in the beast temple.
The bells are ringing faintly.

I was always wrong.
Will not correct myself till my
blood boils. Give me the last page.

Who was the final culprit
in the submerged planet? I will be
mending a leaking boat in the dark.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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