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Untouchable Wounds
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Satish Verma After waking up you
found, it was a day less. Spinning faster,
you strike back when a tiny moon moves away.
My whole. Existence had.
no back up. I fight with the sun. Was it
all real? It hurts me so much. Stars swim.
Cooling with gale. Now
a monument crumbles. Let it break.
My god, why did you create the mosaic?
