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without a red virus warning
a bleeding wound inside the heart
a promise rotting inside old memory
a freedom struggling to be defined
without a morning dawning sad song
a day in the commerce of skin and bone
a jungle swallowing each footfall
without a crowd running amuck
a litany in loud scream song
a disease of the feral kind
a relapse into the foetal blinds
without a few sores in the mouth
a partial deafness of the soul
a ripped crease in the fabric of fate
a little thendral in the music of rages
a crowd never left behind
an answering machine at the tone
without the beat of a heart nearby
what's a hand
without a handicap or thousand
what a bore
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Sharanya Manivannan – Long Bio
2 months ago