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Oct 2017
A vinyl god
hardens. Forsakes affinity.
I take a dip in tears.

Rains freeze in
my turbulent eyes. The mist
makes you disappear.

Yes no meanings,
you will find in the verses.
Blood drips from the pen.

A flock of startings
sits in wait for―
the sun to rise.
Written by
Satsih Verma
137
     Keith Wilson and Cadence
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