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darkest gray, the moonlit crag
in shadows, creep and whisper.
fear draws close, clutching nearer
a dream of strangling darkness,
and hands grip, tight in quickness,
bony claws of ice and bone.
tender mercy calls for light,
the heart beats, the crushing life,
desperate; the lonely sky.
the heart longs, the heart pulses;
no other, but for the blood,
that withers, through these veins.
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Sab Kuch Tick Tock Hai
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