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Dec 2020
One in a million, I
found you. My inner core was wet.
A black cat follows me.

Who were coming
together on the burning coals, to
discover the meaning of life.

I wanted to know,
how moon kills me, when I
was inhabiting the blood lake.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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