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Aug 2020
Monsters are made.
And beasts are born.
But we - what are we?
Our nature torn.
As ancient and deep
as the ocean's great sleep
The sea - oh the sea.
Will swallow what we reap.
Boundless as sky.
Like a mockingbird wry.
Be free - oh be free.
Of what we men pry.
Snowblind
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Snowblind
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   Eshwara Prasad
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