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Mar 2020
You would repeat,
not going tears, for the
sake of moon.

Why a spark floats
in water of eyes to
burn vocabulary?

Breaths don't meet
now, under the red hollyhocks,
hanging to embrace.
Written by
Satsih Verma
82
   shamamama and meadowsweet
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