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Aug 2
It was self-inflicted
wound. You live outside yourself.
Go inside to find the depth.

This was my faith
on unknown. Do we have to
bargain for our truths.

When you see the beasty
of pain, you fall in love without
sensor of agitated mind.
Written by
Satsih Verma
101
     Jeremy Betts and Jamadhi Verse
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