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Aug 2023
Your chair is unoccupied.
I am waiting for you to come.
But you will not.

Why does it happen?
When I touch you, you are not there.
A silent poem writes your name.

Untouchable was your
pain. An eagle hovers in the blue sky
to pick up the child of death.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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     Melanii, Imran Islam, vb and Chuck Kean
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