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Mar 2019
I am dancing with the angel of death,
It helps my tormented soul, lays it to rest.
Peace is arising, I see black
Light is nowhere, darkness I hail.

Life is layer of sufferings,
Adore it much and it's a sin,
Hate you it more,
The same it gives.
It's about the dark times when all you can think about is quitting and the ironical life we live...
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   Mohan Sardarshahari
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