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Aug 2021
Winter will not go.
Yes it was my vengeance. Will wear the
ochre color. Look- where I have come.

Will you ever dance in
a triangle? The wisdom kills. How far
was the center? Lots of smoke.

Peel of the tangerine.
I want to see how much the moon bleeds.
Small words scream. Winter will not go.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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