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Nov 2023
Daily it was a war. Aftermath
there is death. I am evacuating one
by one my bones. Your thoughts begin a funeral.

Sophia, why do you need
an epitaph again. Life is very cruel.
Why to remember to receive the awards.

Who was a stupid
to build a new world? You keep on
teaching the stars that sun is going to die.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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