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Every minute here Is a moment of death… I do not know who When and where will Murder me and say That they have done A marvelous work... Together with Bible Breviary and rosary I am forced to hide A dagger of switchblade Under my pillow These weapons are, yet Means of psychological satisfaction I know, in reality, None could help me At times of troubles and trials... This is because Death in the name of Religion Region Society Sect Caste Color... I have no other way Than trusting in God And sleep – often - An unfulfilled sleep... 22 December 2021

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Date: 12/22/2021 10:14:00 AM
Powerful write Christuraj, I hope its a fictional one. Tom
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Date: 12/22/2021 8:21:00 PM
Thank you very much.

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