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Jul 2019
A landless moment
in a bizarre dream at night.
You run without toes.

*

Wrath of innocence,
doesn't want to hear thunderstorm
hiding behind tears.

*

This was your red face.
The shadow trembling in eyes
between voiceless words.
Written by
Satsih Verma
70
   --- and Jen
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