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Dec 2016
A spotless white moon
was hiding the―
ink spilled on the apron.

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The pretty nouns
scramble for hope―
if there was any.

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You could not undo―
what a rose―
did, in broad daylight.

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A town lives
under a tree, in shade.
The ants come and go.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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