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Oct 17
This was my signature
blood. I will think about you. Are
you all right? Almost all the love has collapsed.

What was your lasting
pain ?What was humanistic fear
in telling the truth of one ******?

The same tears of moon
I don't want to swipe in sunlight
I have now stopped asking.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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