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May 2020
Unsung something,
in space, in other life
can I raise you?

The aureole
cannot be resurrected
like Lazarus.

Fading jasmines
make me mad looking
at moon rise.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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     JaxSpade and MS Anjaan
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