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Jun 2020
Raw
'Final' slumber, all too human!
Maladies gazing the shape of its breath,
hushes all summons of mind's twisted rope,
quivering within a bold attempt in shaving its 'thought'. '
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A Freedom
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A Freedom
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   Prerna Singh
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