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Condensation
 
A butterfly
in a bell jar.
All I know, we understand
each other.

There was no sun
at midnight.
Only a blue black
dilemma of―

the sky, to burn
like human combustion.
I am ready to start
a journey with sunbeams.

By satishverma

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