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Jun 18
The crozier makes
you or breaks me, but you should
stand on a burning deck.

There was the poverty
of words teaching non-violence
to very rich people.

The pain of biting
humans was sharp, refusing
the mercy of god.
Written by
Satsih Verma
89
   Jeremy Betts
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