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Dec 2020
I will go Buddha.
Ethically I stop growing. Looking
at youI I go blank. No thoughts.

Playing with zeroes
I am numberless. No length.
No height. I amin suspension.

Cannot touch you.
Face. Eyes. Lips. You don't hear.
soundless words wearing a mask.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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