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Dec 2023
Not fragile, I always
move forward. Theologically, I
will prove who looks behind me.

I remember you. The
morning is still dark. The dust still
covers our peers in the storm.

Rilke, how did you
find the power of will? I do not
wish to write the holocaust again.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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