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Dec 2023
A rusted message was
to morph a ****** in black hands.
This was an ambush of embrace.

Love after the violence
has something to say. Pain on
pain enlightens you to meet your soul.

Now you are cut out
to become a wound of god. The
lamp of truth will decide your destiny.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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