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Jul 2021
Can you wash the words?
They have become very *****. My
encounter with thorns was enlightening.

Do you think your navel
is still connected with your silent
ancestors? Take out your knife to **** time.

I know you were crying
all night. There was no opened door
to find the moon in dark eyes.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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