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Nov 3
In shadows thick, the specter looms,
A chilling breath in silent rooms.
What lies beyond this fleeting breath,
A light, A void, or quiet death.

Yet in the night, a fire burns bright,
Defying death with every fight.
Embrace the storm, the fleeting breath,
For life is fierce, even in death.
Written by
Cyrus  21/M/Hyderabad
(21/M/Hyderabad)   
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