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Apr 2020
Your alignment
with sea was not perfect. You
were wading in sand.

Give me a slip
of eyes. A scion was
ready to catch winds.

Behind the teeth
lies a ****** tongue. Will spell
your ancient name.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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