25 may 2018
Unfinished Script
Your hands were chopped off.
How will you write
the poem now?
*
Truth was─
an alloy. Need to mix some
lie in pure gold.
*
Why did the
roses cry? The saint was
not in the tomb.
25 may 2018
Your hands were chopped off.
How will you write
the poem now?
*
Truth was─
an alloy. Need to mix some
lie in pure gold.
*
Why did the
roses cry? The saint was
not in the tomb.
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