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Aug 2023
I have read you. Your
panic. Wildfire of bleak, deciduous
fall. Genocide. When will be your last step?

Who was the ascendant?
Who hypnotized the fallen sun in the sea?
Pagans were increasing in ambit?

It was the wrong way, full
of snakes. Do you love the skin of the
king cobra? Coins were running after the people.
Written by
Satsih Verma
99
     Gideon and Imran Islam
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