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It's my turn,
to endure this intense churn.

The forces are aloof,
to drown me into this whirlpool.

Its my own making,
Its my own doing.

Its feeding on me,
Cause I had been feeding it free.

I need to address it with tact,
to be afloat, infact.

© 2019 Hari Prasad S

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