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Sep 2020
You talk of black light.
I am not sure of which sun
you refuse to touch.

In moonlight your
behavior changes. The space
enlarges for wings.

The flight stalks the love.
Shy of becoming fossil the blood
footprints will speak.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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