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Nov 2020
My cauliflower brain,

When sliced, saw only
tiny nerves, none of crooked
thoughts, lust, anger, greed,
passion that ruined my life.

There were no traces of Love, affection, compassion, gratitude...
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
22
     --- and Traveler
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