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Oct 2023
You need a permanent
truth. I don't want to learn anything.
My world is not sober.

I am meeting Buddha
daily. How to take out the blood
from the dead god? The bones melt.

At random, one chooses
hemlockbetter than you putting your
hand in a vessel full of venomous snakes.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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