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Jun 2019
A nagging pain,
speaks wordlessly in the ears
of moon for a kiss.

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Old-time will not
come back to pick again
peacock's tail eyes.

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What was nothingness
if you get the exile
in the hands of deity?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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