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Sep 2023
O beast, one day I
will bury my love. I will steal the words
from your mouth. Enough was enough.

O god, why am I a remaining
mum? The world listens to unspoken
pain from your wet eyes.

Where are you going
eyes shut. The cobra is laying the eggs.
Do not go for bargaining.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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