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Oct 15
When life gives a
magnitude shake, putting the
barricades, the vacuum becomes cruel.

The half-love cannot
give the ecstacy of sacrifice. Who will
inherit the land of brutal violence?

Memory itself makes you

restless. I am going to be a martyr.
Attachment also gives pain.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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