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Aug 27
I carve with a knife on my *****
To only find a fathomless cave
           Which gapes at me--threatening to swallow whole.

Fear and dread thunders to my core
             At the horrors of our sin
         That stain our souls
Asmita Ray
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Asmita Ray  15/F/India
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