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Aug 2023
When the singer forgets
his song, a pause mesmerizes. The
unseen suckers come on the stage.

What a savage attack, my honey
on a beautiful beehive. Is it not
insane to burn the nest of innocents?

Don't throw the dried
roses. No one was great. The words
will not get the answers.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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