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Jan 2016
Murdered,
under blackened skies.
Bleeding,
from a thousand wounds.
waiting for the silence,
to greet me the final moon.
Shadows start to gather,
embracing my release.
Heading towards,
a journey to the darkside.
a forever rest in peace.
Inspired from a nightmare.
Purab
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Purab
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