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Dec 31, 20241 min read

Wistful Veins of Vain

By Amirtha Sreya S

Rage and fury swells inside of me,

Poisoning every breath I breathe.

Love, despair, none I feel;

As the mortal sword cuts me deep

I reach, but in vain;

My soul cries out ragged with pain.

Pity I not, as none would care,

Escape I cannot, for I’m far away

from their stare.

By Amirtha Sreya S

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