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Jan 2019
In search of happiness
I found you.

Who makes the slip?
God errs.
Puts the spirit between
mind and body.

Unbeknown, it
was ephemeral.

Think,
it was brutal
for a nerd.

Have a good moon.
I will say to my love.

I will stand
against the hot sun.
Written by
Satsih Verma
64
   Jayantee Khare
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