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Apr 2020
Where will you go?
I am not accepting
myself in a windowless
vault.

The luxury of
kinship takes a toll.

Will it make a
difference, if you don't
fill in the missing words
in the message unwritten?

It works to ****
yourself for the sake
of dying light,
before the blood moon rises.

There was nothing
left to say.
Written by
Satsih Verma
44
     Hafsa and Sukanya Sinha Roy
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