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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
102
   Rainswood and ---
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