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Sep 2023
The gender voice makes you
dumb. One more chapter is beheaded.
My pain comes silently to me.

What do we differ? A beautiful
finish of an era is over. When you faint,
someone chops away your thumb.

Between the cause and
violent hurts, you want justice for
all the souls who left peacefully.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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