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Sep 2023
Love was a morphed pain.
You suffer to meet the foot drops.
The piety swims without water.

Have you ever finished
the desire of a dying man? The ashes
remind of the revenge of flames.

Oh god, can the light
come without the fire. Ask the moon, do
you shine at night to wake the goddess?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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