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Oct 2023
My home is lost in
you, without teaching. The
school is closed. It gives relief.

The point of view
disappears. The eternity of one
moment, will bring the god to tears.

Everyday I feel pain.
The cleanliness of mind will
give you freedom to dig a black hole.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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