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Do you know the truth of lies, when

You fault me for a silent poem.

Chinks― honest to nails, averting the wants.

Oh, templed god, why did you snare the palmer?

Killer was brown― not white. Snowfall

Dual to one another, I became

Small truths of gun battle,

Your body, intense― eats the sins,

Go to the speaking moon to fell the stars,

Why did you cast a net to catch