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Apr 2020
At lake point
I had yet to kiss you.

I always said to
you. Age would never
give clemency.

I must subject
myself for scrutiny.
Where did the math go wrong?

The temple, a
shrine. A viper always
waited.

Tell me, would
you ever sign the will
to let go the rope?

Moon and sea, will
maintain the distance.
Written by
Satsih Verma
39
     Sukanya Sinha Roy
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