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Dec 2020
O my love nobody
but you will sleep in my dreams,
till I come back from the river.

The candle will burn
to lighten the stairs all night.
I was coming empty hands.

My songs have gone
to jungle to collect black berries.
for my keeping goddess.
Written by
Satsih Verma
38
   --- and Jeremy Stacy
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