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Sep 2023
It was the geometry of the
circle. Something was fishy in collecting
the knowledge of undying. You were your enemy.

You say time to become
warrior. Spell it out, the ****** of
unarmed black birds.

You must move. Don't
stand like a milestone. Will you try avant-garde
to read the footprint of tall humans?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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