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Jul 2021
In your blood are you
comfortable? I will give you myself
whole. Can you call me Buddha?

Want to take away my
blackness without any confession. Your
tongue had become blue, hinged.

Why disquieting under
the water. It is not the shipwreck. We
are swimming to find the depth of love.
Written by
Satsih Verma
69
     Em MacKenzie and arizona
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