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Ferociously blazing, is the confined within
Feeding on the dead, though a forbidden gesture
Fabricating phrases, indeed a graceful sin
Fighting for a hope, and distress sets in

Audaciously engulfed, by the chronic solitude
Pangs of worthless, slicing through the soul
Clueless of the destiny, steady I stood
Brooking the ruthlessness, on the site I froze

Manifesting blues, camouflaged by words
Wrecked by fate, yet invincible I stood
Lynching illusions, though a crooked reality
Anarchic fantasies, a blessing in disguise

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