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Pervasive has become the travails of force majeure these days, Appealing to our dissociative senses to renounce the old ways - How, then,...

The starless night sky bewails its pitch darkness, So does my heart - enervated with abating verve; ’Tis an unsettling gloom that shrouds...

Doth thou wonder how the desires arise? Tempting to the mind but achievable - Fulfilling the need of our natures, And a human disposition...