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Nov 2023
Nothing was left to talk.
It preaches violence. An illumination
plays fascism. I freak out.

We look at each other
uncovering the truth. Every man
wants to live at the cost of others.

A brief smile, small
tears can open heart. Do you think
we can cross the snakes?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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