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Jul 2021
Trapped in our reality marbles,
there’s an endless supply of anxiety
All bound as metacarpals
the five sinister hail to the almighty
there’s an endless supply of anxiety
But god doesn't let us remain slightly.
Written by
Jehkaran Singh  18/M
(18/M)   
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