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“Silence that sleeps in the heart of the dead, Was once bled to death in the chains of hope, In the utopian fields of loneliness. And now I am victim of my own conscience, Insulate me from my flaws and my kind…” — Piyush Rohankar
Silence that sleeps in the heart of the dead, Was once bled to death in the chains of hope, In the utopian fields of loneliness. And now I am victim of my own conscience, Insulate me from my flaws and my kind…