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Dec 2017
The black thread
tied on your wrist was
meant to end the siege.

The fire-eaters were
back. I will watch
the birth of violence.

When the night
comes. I will move from
door to door for a flame.

Fireflies will assemble
to mourn the death
of the baby moon.
Written by
Satsih Verma
92
     Sarita Aditya Verma and rose
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