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Apr 2019
Those pomegranates.
What a weird thought, you want to
see it alive, dead being.


Like salt in extra-
cellular fluid floating in
veins of nemesis.

The relationship
between life and death demands
the absence of a kiss.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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