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Sep 2019
You had failed me-
god, when angst was burning
my fingers to write.

A poem. Mauve-blue
lips go into a seizure,
to fight the demons.

Delphinium's spur
trembles without any wind. An
angel has fallen.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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