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Sep 2023
Something remains unsaid.
Again my pain rises. My ******
thoughts move. A moo exits me.

Predators were coming soon.
The distance between stars was increasing.
I stop looking in the mirror.

I ask you to bend
the curves. I want to walk straight
to watch the rebirth of love.
Written by
Satsih Verma
98
   Nylee
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