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Nov 2019
Like a hot cinder
on the black paper, makes
a hole in heart.

Your zodiac sign
will burn under the moon.
The other side cries.

The fair queen has
a scar on forehead. Third
eye was waning.
Written by
Satsih Verma
66
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