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May 2020
A writer I am, I play with the words
Pain is the language, Pen is my sword
Use my phrases as a universal tool
A **** load of praises to filter out the fool

Bend these words you will find a hook
Pierce these hands I will write with my blood
Mend these chords they will bind you a book
Fierce are my sands, I will ride through the flood
Prabesh
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