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Jul 20
What has happened?
A severed head falls from the sky.
Who wants to sit down and weep?

A dark pink eye in
warm screen explains the door
opens for black roses on white thorns.

A frugal pain explodes.
Why does humanity call the name?
Will we swipe off the truth?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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