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Jul 9
Your trajectory was
rising. People rode the stars
to reach the moon at night.

Anxiety of name.
How to draw the figure of
god who was a giver.

It was your decision
to abandon the earth for
a golden chair to sit.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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