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The moon rises with stone-face. I wanted to see the pulse of water. The sodium melts. I am writing my age in your palm to see the attachment of golden tears. Let the blood flow from your thumb, before you shoot the chest of a peacock.

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Published: Nov 15, 2024
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Tags: #life

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