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Feb 2019
Something unsaid
will remain between the words.
I pick up the dots.

Drink the rain first.
Dawn will wait behind the moon.
Cobra's hood frightens.

Time was running
out. Boat may run aground.
Sea was my friend.
Written by
Satsih Verma
59
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