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Mar 14
Interim a random
love of moon, with a fury of
dawn's innocence. I abandoned the stars.

Chilling grip of fear
amalgamates the blood of Venus.
I watched the assassination of a lantern.

A rose covers your eyes
with scented petals. Would you inhale
my words of ******? A salt lake dies.
Written by
Satsih Verma
85
 
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