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Aug 2023
The predator delivers
the justice of hunch, when fusion begins.
You become your best friend.

I was not there. No
flexibility for cyanide. I will accept
the end. I will count my all wrongs.

Think, my mind thinks again
Do you know what life drinks in
sleep? I was not honest to death.
Written by
Satsih Verma
103
   Nylee
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