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vikas chandra
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The Years My Father Stared At Walls
Pilgrims Of Pain
Bodies With (Vaginas) With Bodies
In The Blood Monsoon Of The Midnight Moon
I Bleed My Heart To Feed My Soul
Since Message Became The Messenger
Not A Patch Of Land But A Shred Of Soul
Pain Is All What I Am
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