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Jun 2013
The fire has gone cold.
The kind that eats like maggots
The kind that rots like wood
Do you see it burning?
Too slow to be feared
Too hard to be controlled
It eats everything.
It is hunger.
It is greed.
It's coming for you.
Once it's done
with me.
Rin
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   Poetry by MAN and Prabhu Iyer
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