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Dec 2024

Let the blade
run its course.

Let the fools
be devoured.

Let the unkind
shriek in despair.

For too long,
the world has been ruled
by belongings.

Let the threads
unweave,
and the night
crash into the days.

Everyone for themselvesβ€”
that is what’s on offer.

Lest we survive.


aviisevil
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aviisevil  28/M/india
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