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Jun 2019
There was nothing to
do, except moon gazing, by
us, shades apart.

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The words drink tears
and dreams had a satanic touch.
Curse within a curse.

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The sands of time slip.
Past inspires the present,
of unholy future.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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