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Sep 2
Dread slithers and coils like a snake
In the hollow of my devoid chest.
Curling and hissing venom with deep hate
Towards everything, I have ever held dear.

However dangerous and gruesome it may all seem.
There is a burning fuel of love
That makes everything crystal clear,
Chasing away each of my darkest fear.
Asmita Ray
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Asmita Ray  15/F/India
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