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Jan 2021
I Will Never Know

Why do I feel I am
losing you amongst the stars.
Half-life went to straighten hierarchy.

Your face becomes a temple.
Lips were the steps to reach sanctum-
sanctorum in dark.

Light splits the heart
after incomplete hugs. What gifts
I give to you. Roses have dried up.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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