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Aug 2020
Your painted toes
disturbed my sound sleep.
Your scented hands tremble.

The gods would
punish me, if I don't wipe
off your burning tears.

You stole my death
and put her in chains.
The unburied truth smiles.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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