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Jul 2019
Invite the hemlock.
In my end, you begin to climb.
Not political.

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You let out gossips
for me to sort out pebbles
to prove narcissism.

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Let the waves come. I
will stay at the bay to watch
the sea to go on fire.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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