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Nov 11
Your coin will stay
with you. The tiger sleeps in
his cage. The scorpion turns black.

This was an avalanche.
My gravity has increased to
attract the moon. But there is no space.

Do not walk on the
burning truths. Lies have become
sweet to be tasted.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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