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Dec 2020
Moon wanted to bathe
your singed feet with moonlight since
you were walking on simmeringcoals.

A honey soaked watershed
divides a holy stream.Thick very thick
tears will roll down on time's cheeks.

You will start make-up
with pink eyes.Time to celebrate the
rising sun to pick handful of stars.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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