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Oct 27
Face to face, but
not talking, in defiance of the unknown.
Who stands on a wall to write destiny?

Will you improve
yourself? I did not know the smoke
was rising. The world will not stop.

The last god feels
through the pain. A shadow cast tells
you, why not seek asylum from the poorest.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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