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Jul 2023
Looking at the stars,
what you said? You wanted to take
me along with you to meet invisible?

Would I jump off the cliff?
Mangoes have ripened on trees.
Existing pain will **** the moon.

Would you give or take?
Willing to lose the bet for god sake?
Fingers crossed, we don't exist.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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   Matthew Renahan
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