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Nov 2020
I'm tired of your civilized rudeness! Every chamber of my heart is engulfed in smoke.
And poetry? She is plagued by the complexities of Metaphysics.
The rhythm is lost.
A feeling of death is everywhere in the midst of life.
O Civilization! Why should your kids play the Roman fools, and die on their own sword?
Written by
RUPAM MITRA
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     mister truth and Martin Bond
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