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Oct 31
I had been cheated.
O goddess. I am still untouched
by you. Your eyes were very brief.

Ferocious of your dusty
skin. I weep with willow, and live
in your heart as offered of venom.

Let the Balsam become
impatient and desire requiem of
the big lotus in dried water.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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