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The finger and a ring― a story of bonhomie;

After the apocalypse, the fiefdoms were growing―

First listen to your heart. No poetry will walk tonight―

how would you die when the call comes?

Like a starfish― you are not a star, always opening

Do you need a divine witness― if I abdicate a claim

Under surveillance, the vegetable― lives on ventilator.

Living, in the wounds,

A hate apart, living in embraces, one night― you find the

Eaten up, by wanderlust― I started my sleepwalks