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Sep 2022
Obsessed.
Curtailed.
Revamped.
Driven to Loss.
I saw it all.
Then came the Orifice of Truth,
Of Nakedness, Madness, and Crookedness.
The Eyes of Stone, Cold heart, Amateurs Mind,
all turned white and wise,
There, I let it go all.
Forever. Now.
Written by
San  F/India
(F/India)   
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