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Sep 2023
You are made anew
everyday. Something is peeled off
from your skin.Sometimes blood is drawn.

It is very hurtful to
your pride. You cannot walk ****
in your house to invite the god of rains.

The sun burns your
wall of truths. Strange, there was
no one to teach history.
Written by
Satsih Verma
86
   Rainswood and Jamadhi Verse
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