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Feb 2024
No answers help.
Can we become old together?
My wet poems were for mankind.

You carry the weight of my
love. I am trying to discover myself
You need noises to live. Silence would ****.

The moon was my soulmate.
Don't make death your friend. I am
asking god to change his style.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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