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Nov 2016
Clouds had veiled
the waning sun.
A topaz.

A blast,
becomes quite blasΓ© at first
then becomes green.

With envy, the moon
gives no light.
My faith tumbles.

Sometimes I ask myself.
Why did you cover
your sore spots?

As a perfect pretext
of buying peace
why did you go for the lies?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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     alex, ---, Elizabeth Squires and ajit peter
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