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Jul 2017
The brown rice were
not yet ready.
An old man turns in grave.

*

The thingness
was shapeless in dark
Like a sleeping Buddha.

*

Once I told a lie.
The snow started melting
releasing methane.
Written by
Satsih Verma
170
   Lilli Blakk and Nico Julleza
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