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Jun 2019
Testing the wind of
erotics on moons. I was
still stitching my wounds.

*

The strange longings,
surge towards waning ego
to grab intimate.

*

The mentor grieves
after the parting of pink lips.
Words would never come.
Written by
Satsih Verma
102
     Yann, Bogdan Dragos and DivineDao
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