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Mar 2021
it's the maddening hunger
that runs down my spine,
my nerves, they are loose,
glowing like fireflies
I cut myself open for this glory pain,
like the sky opens itself
for the pouring rain
a reddish coat covers my pale skin
and I feel great
  I am sane, sane, sane
ilias
Written by
ilias  19/F
(19/F)   
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     Eshwara Prasad and Exosphere
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