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Nov 2023
In lies and crimes
who wants to live for eternity? How
green was my valley, I used to die daily.

It was difficult to
exist in light. You must ****
the truth to go back to zero.

A tree has a big philosophy.
It will not leave the ground and roots
will never die from end to end.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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