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Nov 2020
It scares me. We
need to talk. It was very difficult
to remain honest. We are changing.

I ask Buddha, can you
come back? Moon has disappeared.
I forget the human touch.

Filed bones draw a
volcano on the chest of nature.
You inhale sulphur gas and die.
Written by
Satsih Verma
68
 
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