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Nov 2020
Golden sun. Baked golden skin.
Needle sins. Brown is my kin
Viens breathe new life.
Death seeks to hide. In loneliness.
Steel cast aside.
Lay in the cold.
Death takes its hold.
Just for one day.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
(30/M/lancashire)   
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   Eshwara Prasad
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