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Aug 6
In less moon days,
I will remove your love. Cracks
are appearing on the floor.

We are going to
become ash one day. The life
has become treacherous. You are not yourself.

Digging a gold coin
in a buried lake. You will see your
face when god refuses to come.
Written by
Satsih Verma
  220
   Kalliope and Jeremy Betts
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