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Feb 2021
my head has been
spiraling
for days
i can taste
what was once
fruitful
but now
the rations have rotted
iā€™m just a person
with needs
suffering
endlessly
i try to subdue
the fire
but i am the
arson
though with ash
comes the
rebirth of fertile soil
i play God
Bethany
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Bethany  20/F/somewhere
(20/F/somewhere)   
189
   Eshwara Prasad
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