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It was art, a crimson spree liberal with shots. None had posed more unhurriedly, beaux. Unabashedly I asked, "Monsters, monsters on the wall, is this my humor afterall?"
Hollow my heart forever echoes The limitless infinity Hostage to thee scars beyond effigy Touch not the edge, I’m ablaze The holy fire, the chanting gargoyle My religion, a new gospel Pagan emotions, mediaeval institutions The new crusade, the new fiend Unapologetic like the wind Repent why leave it unknown Beguiled the mind desires A deity lovelorn, my truth Not what men have thought And nothing sweeter.
-Aditi Sigar
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