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Apr 2013
Writhe, burn, twist and roll,
Bodies on fire as hot as Hell, itself.

He pled for breath at the flicking furnace,
"Rot, in misery!" said Satan himself.
Aparna
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Aparna  Chennai~Singapore
(Chennai~Singapore)   
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