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Jun 2019
Hugging a tempest
after forgiving the sun,
that went to burn moon.

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I scramble on the bridge
to watch the flow of blue bones,
from one smile to other.

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The panther returns
home to turn human again.
There was no blood name.
Written by
Satsih Verma
68
     Yann, Bogdan Dragos and DivineDao
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