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Jul 28
You are in a furnace
to tell the truth. A nomadic face
wants to satisfy the sun god.

Being a fast runner
when the earthquake was shaking
the beauty of god, you were talking with monsters.

How many souls were
in you? Your body has many blocks for
the angels to struggle to survive independently.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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