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Dec 2020
When moon was becoming
bipolar, you were recuperating
painful love by black magic.

To bring down sun's
corpse, I kiss your song, so that
rainbow kills the clouds.

Let's go to the land
between two rivers and collect
Babylon jewels for ever.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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