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Apr 2019
Do not let me say
goodbye. I will pick threads of
tears from slanted eyes.

Not for your sake-
I did make the blue temple.
It chairs my goddess.

Sitting under grape
vine I drink from your orbs.
Don't drop the heavy lids.
Written by
Satsih Verma
  236
       Bohemian, Kaja and Sukanya Sinha Roy
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