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Meghna Sen

Abstract

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Meghna Sen

Abstract

The Cure

The Cure

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In the dreaded dungeons lay,

Minds about to rust

Only in figments, they stay

If you find them, watch them must.


The insatiable, incorrigible minions allure

Even the most genial patrons against sloth

Has a maiden cure

The omnipotent, visceral of all, the truth





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