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Aug 11
I go mad when the moon
comes near me.
How dare you flame?

Such love. You
prepare to walk on the burning
coals, challenging the deep ocean.

When the boat sinks,
I will carry you like butterfly
in the hand to meet the creator.
Written by
Satsih Verma
82
   Arthur Vaso
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