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Nov 2016
I want to be
eloquent, with myself―
to write a poem.

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Do you have
a clean blade
as pure as a plum?

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Not enough
were the seeds,
for green fingers.

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A grivever―
comes back, to undo
the guilt of others.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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