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Apr 2020
You want your gifts back.
Body by body,
pain by pain.
Moon separates from sun.

Why blood was naked
for small things.
No one wants
to burn flame to flame.

Can you take
the dust road to blue lake.
Where blaze-
won't die?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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