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Aug 2021
It was the first elegy,
when the earth was dying slowly.
I thought I should be living.

The rocks want to bleed.
My mind becomes still in my loneliness.
You wanted a happy marriage with the death.

At this moment give me
a kiss of viper. I choose my absolute
to watch without seeing.
Written by
Satsih Verma
76
   Brett
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