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Aug 2020
Waiting around.
My hands are still, and my heart is slow.
My stars still here, but where will they go?
Coiling around.
My mind is numb, and my nerves as well.
Does this snakes meal, have will to yell?
Snowblind
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Snowblind
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   Eshwara Prasad
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