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Jul 2019
Sometime in wordless
prayer, a moon was trapped,
Eerily the neck breaks.

*

Everyday you were
moving away like sun from
all my being exiled.

*

You don't say goodbye.
Seared, I will hear the hissing
sound of blue flames.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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