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Oct 2023
I want to sell my
thoughts, to feed my heart. Do not
come near the volcano.Lava is still hot.

The king was slaughtered
amids hawthorns. No one loves him after
death. I quote Kafka. Love comes back.

The fallibility is the truth.
Bones break, but the body
still runs like a jaguar.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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