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Jul 2019
The migratory ache,
one day for you, one day for
me, or lunar storm.

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The realm takes shape
of impossible metaphysics,
I shall leave your arm.

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I want to become
what I was in wind, water
and flame. Hold my words.
Written by
Satsih Verma
82
     Sukanya Sinha Roy
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