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Jul 29
Can you see yourself
from my eyes in the dark?
The moon will not help.

Your face tells the
truth of timeless pain. Why
did you keep the viper in bed?

And then the blood
oozes from the pores. Was it the
punishment of not believing?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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