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Nov 2023
Deceiving yourself you
have become a king. The queen
will follow you in the dark.

The charisma of magic
begins. Who will climb the Himalayas
without legs in the snowfall of love?

Bring the flowers of
jasmines. Beautiful but not similar,
but bring the same fragrance for sleeping god.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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