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Jul 2019
How we had started
hiding from each other, your
green lies and my dark truths.

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Moon had crossed my
path when sea was boiling and
you- searching a boat.

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Who saves the tears,
when there was cloudburst, in
last leg of journey.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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