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Mar 2020
My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons,
at bank of tears.

Would you come to
ask the sun not to throw the
sparks in the eyes.

Will wait in twilight
for the blueness in moon.
Then give a call.
Written by
Satsih Verma
39
       Yann, Sukanya Sinha Roy, kate and Skylar
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