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Jun 16
My closing words were
said, the land was sinking under your
feet. I will go into melancholy.

You were partnering my
tears. How does it turn lousy? Rosary
of thorns? Don't make your own funeral.

When God is angry, life
itself will take a nemesis. You stand
alone when it rains from a broken heart.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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