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Sep 2019
Kissing under the
mistletoe. Moon puckers
wearing a hijab.

The creed tumbles,
for vast and open space,
to remove zeros.

Treat me as I was.
The shadow falls on lake
when time freezes.
Written by
Satsih Verma
70
   Traveler
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