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Jul 2021
In advanced love, where
was the fault in catching the words?
Half-bread was not sufficient.

The mirrors tell lies.
Rings in fingers were fattening. I
was not able to measure the distance.

O round moon and the sun,
our earth is breaking. All night
it was raining on the flames.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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