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Minion->

He pampers me , washing my rugged skin, like a bride I attire.. He adorns me with my pious knot, the symbol of obscure beauty a gateway to retribution, that breathes the life out... the last resort of a blind woman sustaining those unbalanced scales... Famished vultures mock detest the spectating moment... footsteps adrift from the gallows clinging shackles retort silence condenses like mist as i hear a Holy book rhyme... My groom arrives bearing the scars of relinquish dysphoria in his eyes.... the rejoicing soul of his victim smiles from the clouds... My groom is enshroud
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eclipsing the scarred surface

By Krishnendu Piplai| Distorted Malice

decorating me on his neck, ticking clock bears the witness, conjuring the rhythm of the swan song as my lord pulls the lever of afterlife..

By Krishnendu Piplai| Distorted Malice

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