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Nov 10
Luminous, your head
rests on my chest. I pick the soil
under your feet and apply it on your forehead.

The old love speaks
in a different language. Now the
meaning has changed into greek.

I do not know when
the day ends with the sun. The
guest will come in the dark.
Written by
Satsih Verma
46
   Ben Noah Suresh
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