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Dec 2020
you feel like the colour yellow
bright and harsh against my eyes
like sun rays
in the noon sky
like etchings of gold
that drip into my hands
or the soft petals of a wildflower
growing in a field
or even the celestials
the divine beings dripping in light
all that's holy and whole
once again.
lua
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lua  20/F/on the moon
(20/F/on the moon)   
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     lua, ---, Pradip Chattopadhyay and ---
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