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Apr 2020
Can you feel pulse
of a moment before it
explodes on face?

I have yet to find
my tiger to ride for an
antique encounter.

Pomegranates.
You squeeze the red flesh
to find out viper.
Written by
Satsih Verma
46
     misha and Bryan Lunsford
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