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Dec 2020
I was your religion.
Nothing was to be done, standing beyond
the touch down in knee deep water.

Talking to sun, about mantras.
Why was god breathing heavily?
What was to become obsolete?

You are carrying the burden
ofbroken heart. The sheep were running
in rain. Do you think the moment has come?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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