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Dec 2023
Water and flares were
walking together. Who survives to
ask the god to give justice?

The deep well of
our pain, shuts and opens. I don't want
to collect the knowledge. It kills.

Love is not yours.
No light helps. It burns the core
of the heart. I have discovered my path.
Written by
Satsih Verma
102
   Luz
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