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Pain Of Shingles
Hiding behind the faces,
you had pushed me to the edge.
Now Himalayas were weeping.
The self-mutilation
starts. Human body and mind
collide like tectonic plates.
There was no rape in
sacred marriage. Do you know the
anxiety and depression are not
only the human traits?
Psychosis. The obscenity
does not leave, and the language
starts dying. You block the
road. Nobody was going to leave
the doomed plains.
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