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Sep 2021
Why did you look back
after saying goodbye. The syncope
plays its hand. Nobody wants to win.

Why did you **** the
trees? They cry. The invisible blood
drips at night. Don't do it with clouds.

Only the candle sends you
light, by burning the wax of eyes.
O god is there any solace by giving soul?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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