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Nov 2017
The last thing
I wanted to say before
the sun went down.

Heal thyself, Oh
seer, stoking the flames
under the lake.

Honey-yellowed,
fall of your ******―
for golden calf.

Like a hen in blind
panic, under the spell
of innocent blade.
Written by
Satsih Verma
96
   G Rog Rogers
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