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Aug 2022
Let the hungry wolves mock at the moon.

Let the swarm of lightning strike at the root of peace.

Let the wandering souls plunder the cemetery of the forgotten dead.

Let the hopes of the hopeless soar above the sea of calamity.

Let the letters communicate to the unintended what was not intended
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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