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Nov 2020
Oh Monstilva! Had be cold:
his cheeks be without bleed,
tampered from its daily bleed,
It mimicked the very ground—
who had done the tampering.

Two months before summer—
their place did not know winter;
Only and only when
Monstilva read this.
KC
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KC  20/M/Philippines
(20/M/Philippines)   
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   Imran Islam
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