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Oct 2020
Falling in tender
pain of line drawn between
us. Talking in air.

Bleeding night comes again.
I will not send it back to you.
I was stealing your curves.

Walking in dark
You have a hope. Sun will
rise soon. You will find the truth.
Written by
Satsih Verma
25
 
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