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Oct 2017
Bull's-Eye
The divination.
A broom―
becomes a wager.

The penury
begets the rags.
How much you need?

Sweep the
courtyard. Tonight,
moon sleeps here.

I have come,
a long way to
meet my lost friend.
#life
Written by
Satsih Verma
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