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Aug 2021
A place of glass eyes.
Fire in fire, flames on flames. The
question arises. An ocean will help?

Sometimes you come braless.
O moon you take a bath in the eyes
of innovated love.

The vespa, it stings badly.
Will you say something. O my beautiful
eyes, why only one eye weeps?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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