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Apr 3
There was something
wrong. As yet I had not come
to my home. Trust was eroding.

Moon comes under fire.
Maskless he was stealing the beauty
of earth in freezing darkness.

I had no ambition left.
Even touching the truth of
three layered lies of love.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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