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The synonymous falling has envisaged failing in life and in death. The upside down twist of life churns inside the wild stomachs, that have dried up from hunger. The heinous hunger the filthy hunger. A seepage of disbelief crawls it way back to its source. Shattering, shuddering and growling. All in disguise.

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You left as silently as you arrived.
The monsoon has slowly seeped into damp stale presence of mine as the cracks have fallen into the folds of life. A fold shaped womb that nurtures the cracks making them wider for me to fall across everytime. The everytime of always. An infinitesimal abyss of incoherence. A home of those living carcass.

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