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Nov 2020
I cannot catch your smell.
Time stands in my hands. There
was a question to kiss jasmine.

Did you send me a farewell
address? A quiet warrant? No
I cannot sleep on your tongue.

Why life leaves a bitter
taste daily. When I salute the
setting sun, it rains.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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