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Aug 15
It was difficult
knowing you were playing with cheetahs.
No apology. A secret tunnel is formed.

A dance of the peacock
brings the sky down, which will not
climb the tree to catch the moon.

The mayhem starts
in the galaxy for a naive sun in the corner,
burning itself but giving the light.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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   Mike Adam
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