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Oct 2023
It was defenceless,
the death of dreams. Why god
has lifted the sorrow of pain in eyes.

Open your inkpot, the
tears pay the price to purchase
the inner mercy after tasting venom.

Do you think I
possess everything. I want
to become Sisiphus with empty hands.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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