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Out Of Fire

What you have learnt?
It was not my swan song. My poem
has not reached the sun-

To address the rising pain.
And the soul wants to sell itself.
You will not count dead bodies.

Shut up for god's sake
The mercury is rising in winter to prove
that blood boils when everyone hates.
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