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Nov 2020
The layers of skin and sheaths
To cover what lies within.
A heart of stone
and a core of darkness
exists dipped in misanthropy.
Whilst the armor moves,
darkness sprinkles down.
It leaves a trail of iniquity
as it goes by on its way
To the permanent sleep of death.
Rollercoaster
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Rollercoaster  14/M/belongs to the rain
(14/M/belongs to the rain)   
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   Ayesha and Eshwara Prasad
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