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Jun 2019
In deep pit of thoughts,
where even light does not reach.
Step by step I will drown.

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You shall never hate
viola, blue recluse in storm,
even once for grief.

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Speaking without words
you reach my ears with quotes.
I am erasing mu ego.
Written by
Satsih Verma
44
   Yann
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