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Sep 2020
Your coins don't
make noises. Absolutely
shocking in damp air.

Love in pieces. My
skin burns, without flames
when you kiss the thorns.

Worst was not enough
I want to drink hemlock
to turn my neck blue.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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