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Nov 2019
Into a lunatic's drive,
I disheveled my car
It was made of melons, pineapple and figs
And an apple fish head ****
It has dead flies
Into the fiery lake, my Lucifer lives in a monastery
I rotate my cross
I hood my disguise,

My lucifer is made out of lies.
Sukanya Basu
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Sukanya Basu  23/F/Nowhere
(23/F/Nowhere)   
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