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Oct 2023
Had annexed small
things. I am climbing god
without display like a fascist.

Who was a citizen
in no country. You demonize
all the good men telling the truth.

My habits are shining.
I am forgetting myself to become
an ethnic, not praying embrace.
Written by
Satsih Verma
112
   Nylee
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