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Feb 2020
Drop for drop
moon bites. You were
ready to taste venom.

The honey prompts
to heal the wounds of
autopsy. Resuscitation
takes place.

Life ***** the peace-
dear god. Any other
place to busy the pains.

How to erase your
name from torn papers.
There is always a print.

It requires morning
breeze to stop the
scream.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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