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Nights after nights the lights shone down
No screams heard none whispers sound
Is it dead?
Your wretched soul?
The infinite black hole?
Tearing apart, what filthy part of you?
Is it guilt or rusting innocence?
Heart still bears pious blood,
It’s the mind that has gushing scars.

-Shreyasi D

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