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Handmade2 september 2021
The Explosion
I sleep, I wake
for a vigil.
What was time?
The godhood
fails, when you
become a beast.
The thick cloud
of sulphur,
after the blast―
rains limbs. To
meet god, this
was so easy?
2 september 2021
I sleep, I wake
for a vigil.
What was time?
The godhood
fails, when you
become a beast.
The thick cloud
of sulphur,
after the blast―
rains limbs. To
meet god, this
was so easy?