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Kausik Bhattacharya

Abstract

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Kausik Bhattacharya

Abstract

The Fighter

The Fighter

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Ruckus, ruckus, ruckus

I smell the flesh and blood

The crimson moon's flight

I drink the slimy mud


I feel a mirror breaking

Inside my burning dream

The razor's sharp enough

Naked on the brim


I serve no king no lord

I see no wrong no right

The blood I spill is mine

Hoping...to win the fight


The sailors must know

Never trust the rum

The crimson moon shines

At the creepy conundrum


My quiver feels heavy

The bow demands focus

My heart beats aloud

Ruckus, ruckus, ruckus


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