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Mar 2020
All night you were
talking to moon in dance.
I will catch you
in sleep.

A daughter of
Miranda, ****** in dark,
the tarentula, the choice
of ultimate.

You cover the blood
on knife. Someone has paid
for betrayal. No charity,
no will of god.

Eyes move like
dragonflies. Between her
and him an unborn
sun folds the leg and sleeps.

I become my own lover.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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