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Oct 2019
Druga is illusion
A symbol or a membrane
A discus to be thrown
To observe the arc in sunshine.

She is not the ball
To be shotput through
She is not the goal
But a passage by the soul.

Sit, spread
Your arms wide as rainbow.
Wife, you have forgotten
The son is not your daughter.
What do thou focus on?

See also https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3353827/devi-2019/
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God's Wrath Upon You  36/M/Messiah, Michigan
(36/M/Messiah, Michigan)   
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