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Jul 2023
In your agony, what you want
to make love with stars? Can you bring
down the flames rising without coals?

Deaf and dumb, but beautiful,
king cobra kills and swallows the junior
ones. Mob watches. There are two lives.

No tolerance was needed
to ripen the pain of sun. When the
ocean dries up, fireworks start.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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