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Nov 2020
Moon was not dead.
Now who will kiss the moonlight
on your face? Dark matter quivers.

Night sky was lit up.
There was a flower show to celebrate
the beauty of supermoon.

Soaked eyes sometimes
look beyond you. The contrast
hurts. Didn't want to privatize.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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     Leane and Anderson M
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