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Mar 2020
Moon winks.
I collect darkness
to make sun.

I cannot see
your face in daylight
while hugging black
trees.

Everyday you fill
me with tears of unthinkable.
The silk slips from
my hands.

Will not hate
you ever, though you
disappear like a
fugitive moon.

I still walk
in woods to hear your
footfalls.
Written by
Satsih Verma
27
     Jen and jordan
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