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Jul 2023
I cast my vote between the
lips and the inhuman. The study of tears
goes waste for a hundred answers.

I don't do what I want to
do for the sake of your vision. The storm
and outcry wait for the candle to go.

My love does not like
the hate of stars. They don't want
to shine, when the moon is very bright.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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