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Oct 2023
I am your crime
You are my sin. No guilt to ****
the shadow king. But art of life continues.

How many times
does the blood flow? The time goes
backward to know. We learned any time?

Your flesh is disappearing.
to expose the bones of our culture.
The skin still has the god's signature.
Written by
Satsih Verma
104
   Melanii
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