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Apr 2021
You owe me nothing.
Renegade, my jewels were stolen.
Incredible, the squirrel goes on fast.

Wounded by words, you
were becoming daisy. Magic, magic
to fill in the empty mind.

An unique kiss still haunts.
An anniversary present to stitch the veins.
No blood moved after the accident.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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