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In thine altercating world mystified trauma holds the nature beneath its feet tranquilizing the cluttered spirit. Behind the obscure wall of realism, he lay there unmoved cutting his tongue by his own teeth repenting in dust and ashes. In the faded light, I see dark patches all around breathing in isolation, I hear the drunken vowels of misery: the ecstasy floating in air -paralysed. And they sleep with their partners in the closed closet with their black apparels on hoping for a moon to rise as the night passes in the midst of the street! -A fantasy? -A reality!!

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