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Apr 2023
The Moon was disappearing
like a runaway. How much you
will take in from my last words?

I was not wrong, seeking
emancipation from your chains. No
grievance. I will not look from your eyes.

O god, the weather is uneasy.
I wanted the sun to come out of the water.
The night was chasing me.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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