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Nov 3
To see every one, listen
and to find the true blood to
bury in water forever.

Perhaps arrogance
spoils the sanctity of courage.
Pray for the unknown to come.

Don't burn the night.
You cannot stop the hour of uncertainty.
Not this pain was mine, not yours.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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