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Apr 2020
When I bring moon,
flower, will you simmer in
haemophilia?

A tall promise was
broken. To see or not to
see writing on wall.

What was the half-truth
which would change the color of
horizon at dusk?
Written by
Satsih Verma
23
   Yann, ---, John Destalo and Sparrow
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