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Jul 2018
You have reached
somewhere,
on misty heights.

I die again
carrying you under
my skin.

Hidden from the
glare of blazing
sea.

In labyrinthine, you
open the knots―
of uneasy *******.

In silence― we
will give our signs
and part.

My limbs
give out― I walk
in air.
Written by
Satsih Verma
129
 
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