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Dec 2022
Where the ocean ends,
mirage begins. I was drinking the
sun. Who will bring water?

Hypocrisy wears grass.
Clouds come and go and there was
no rain of hope and love.

Tulips zoom. I don't want
the beauty to distract me from
the river of blood to dry.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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