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Aug 2020
Unpoisoned you,
the day sun died. Who
will rise now from dust?

What will happen,
if I remained uncollected
by you. Lips will not move.

It was a majentic
call. You manipulate the moon
to become my lover.
Written by
Satsih Verma
26
   Eli
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