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Mar 2022
Hellfire spits from the mouth.
Random acts and gestures.
Wax heart on the verge of melting.
The tranquilly of a setting Sun at the end of the day.
A storm brews overnight and is about to erupt.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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