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Aug 21
Your color was changing.

Sometimes I wake up at
midnight to feel your breath.
Why does it happen?

Sustained Artemesia.
Deadly poison. I loved to know it.
My head aches when I
think of my destiny.

The vision fails. You
collect the shards of crashed
chandeliers, which enter your eyes.

Agile thoughts restart
the song to drink moon.
Where are you?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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