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Dec 2023
I wanted to reach
you one day. Will you open the door?
Did you apologize for not committing suicide?

No restriction to go
beyond the sky. No objection to end.
Between real you and real me it was dark.

There was pain between
spoken and unspoken words. I have seen
the thousand ants in line to jump on the flames.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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