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Aug 2020
Speak less. The setting sun
behind you casts a shadow.
Can you plant a kiss-

On dry lips of moon.
A songbird was playing with
fire to jump in flames.

My hands are singed.
I was trying to collect the
melting wax of eyes.
Written by
Satsih Verma
28
     Jen and Imran Islam
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