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Feb 16
Were you a ******,
I asked my poem? Unmitigated.
Don't tremble. I stand by.

After narcissism, love
opens the door. You were too naive.
Your thoughts levitate.

I redeem from my rebirth.
to distract from manipulation.
My legs move without asking.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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