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Dec 2020
It was not opulence.
Black widow eats the mate after
the love. Cannibalism has gone very high!

Will you cheat on me?
I ask the moon after the consecration
of a fallen comet on pyre.

A devout was smearing
the dust, after the white elephant
had trampled the clay temple.
Written by
Satsih Verma
312
         Imran Islam, Vicki Ann and ---
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