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Aug 2019
How do I find out
in dreams, when you hide-
behind your eyes?

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Venerating age
was brutal. Everyday I
count my lost coins.

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Your hands tremor
after the cruel retraction of
knife from the poems.
Written by
Satsih Verma
107
     Muzaffer and Sukanya Sinha Roy
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