Every Moon Sets -05: The Raining Jungle
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Subhas Chandra Chakra
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Still you did not halt,
There at the gate
Of the hall of ruins.
The anger and evil
In your looks were
Spread over
Vast acres of dark legends
Under the hectic skies
Raining jungles of sad bubbles
And lakes of saline hopes
And sweet despair.
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