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Sep 2018
A severed hand
writes the history of
falling man.

Lynching to raise
the **** rate.
Where are we going?

Unknowable what?
The mystery of
elusive truth?

Collecting the debris
after the impact. Are
we becoming aliens?

Unnamed, a
humming bird reaches at
the anniversary of last name.

In the valley of rainbows
there was no iris.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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     Sukanya Sinha Roy
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