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Jan 2018
The moment of truth
for a flower seller.
Sun will not rise today.

Learning the―
alphabets of violence.
I would not bet on you.

At **** beach
I was wearing the moon
in pitch dark.

Silently weeping
a prophet today asks
for the mercy of dead.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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