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I am a sadist.
I write how lovely love is!

Pain is my genre.

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// Where Love Lives //

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// Sonnet's Lone Daughter //

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There are broken arms
marching towards me,
and dead legs trying
to reach their graves.
The field is soaked
in the cries of goodbye
in the form of last wishes
oozing out of red streams,
but the sky is only natural
~sighing and mourning
in its monsoon.

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// Letter to a Broken Mirror //

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Letter to a Lost "Friend"

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I open YQ.
I start writing.
And then, I never stop.

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// Letter to My Guilty Conscience //

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