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Jul 2023
The survival of your
skin was important. I have nothing
to say. As you are. Revolution will tell.

In my defeat, I have
won. No mercy, no help. All this is
not mine. I discovered an event.

Finding my muse, my melting
passion, a god. My regret haunts me.
People who were dead started speaking.
Written by
Satsih Verma
112
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