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May 2020
You had arranged
the words to invite me.
Path was not found.

Flesh and the spirit
lived differently. Death laughs
you had it coming.

I would be same
even when you will come
in dark to light lamp.
Written by
Satsih Verma
29
     Imran Islam and shamamama
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