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I’m a blind child of English literature Who fell in love with every nook & corner Of Stratford-upon-Avon Of how it was written in my...

The stature of their significance Like elders of a community Standing wide and tall With roots receding into heavens As if, telling us...

Where intestines choke of opium Receding into bloodstream like diffused fairytales Destined for doom and incompetence Where Daedal hands...