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Oct 8
Why moon was
limping tonight-like you. The war
will continue. Days are heavy.

Why do you feed me
to climb Venus? When the pain
blooms, the love will have a new birth.

The ego should not
develop. Your hand may not be
cool, when you are taking something.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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