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The   blood,   it   flows   on   your   hand.
                                              Why   alone   you   let   him   stand?
                                            Why   you   broke   the   broken   bone?
                                           Alone   who   dimmed   before   he   shone?

                            ....and   the   maniacal   laughter   echoed   through   the   once   vibrant   mind.

































































                                                                              -Thummala   V   V   Satya   Saran






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