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Feb 2019
I was not myself
after talking to basil,
knowing what was sin.

Your heart throbbing
between the bruises touchdowns.
When the sunset starts?

Earth has no desire
to become extinct, coming
again between stars.
Written by
Satsih Verma
96
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