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Nov 2023
This was the crisis of
sacred fig. My ****** pain and
suffering were indigenous.

I adore the beauty of
night blooming jasmine. Unpaid death
follows in day. The milk dries up.

Before Nietzche walks in
I will divide the body of my dream.
A panic takes over the truth.
Written by
Satsih Verma
96
   neth jones
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