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Jun 2023
My words are now dying.
Have you any thoughts? Your body
would not obey to **** the signs.

Bring the marigolds. The
darkest moon was coming to be hanged.
I would like to touch him.

In a naked audition,
were you sacrificed? You want to start the
****** revolution to wake the sun.
Written by
Satsih Verma
104
   Melanii and Vishal Pant
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