Bury Its looks placid. At peace. or seemingly so, mere ripples like carefree smiles on the ‘face, But beneath the layers, in the abyss lies buried hurled rocks pelted stones tossed trash the sunken memoirs of men and matter. All heaved in never heaved out. The remains ‘still’ decay within like a festering wound slowly […]
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