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Isha S

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Isha S

Abstract

Fear

Fear

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Not in the rain

But at the pane--

Watching myself,

Lost in the cauldron of deads;

Surrounded by Every past and

Every future which are

Drooling over me--

Ready to devour;

Tear up my mind

Down to the Heart and again,

Lost in the cauldron of Death--

Undertaken by my Mistakes.


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