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Jul 11
Too careful to forget
me. The spring will bring the slaps on
the face. Scores of pain will release butterflies.

A dream wears a
body. The moon was sleeping with
me to explode. I will start burning.

They killed the hummingbirds.
I stopped to talk. O my god, eternal bones
become axes to **** you.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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