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Sep 2023
My possessed belief
was cynical. May I ask a question?
Why do you escape from love?

You have to be true
and honest. There is a satan, and
a god in you. A black bird enters the bones.

Standing on a mosaic
of words you develop a glitch.
I was listening to my sparrows.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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   Aladdin Aures H and Rob Rutledge
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