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Dec 2020
What matters if I am
entering water. It does not bite.Your
attitude will preserve my pain.

What should be eliminated
to keep us in peace. Words don't die.
They float in air. Moon hides- -

The blood leaking from
black sun.. I watch the grief of purple
beauty sitting on flames in burning sky.
Written by
Satsih Verma
25
 
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