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Dec 2023
I don't think about
myself, and try to rip off the meaning
of suffering in the interest of love.

I won't listen to the
voice of painful howling of two hounds
near the cemetry. Do they predict the holocaust?

After insane bargaining
you sell the truth in the death of the future.
Life takes revenge for killing the past.
Written by
Satsih Verma
98
   From the ashes
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