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Jul 2021
You were not true to god.
I was playing with fire for resuscitation
to search violets in your eyes.

The sameness was very
typical. We cry at the same time.
to move away from burning calendars.

A single kiss of Agni
will make the ashes of bickering moons.
I want to die no more.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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