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Nafizat Tikaram

@nafizattikaram · 6/29/2026

The Strike Shadows glide beneath the silt, A panic-stricken race is built. Coils of emerald, eyes of stone, She flees the riverbank alone. Water breaks in frantic waves, The jungle offers only graves. A single breath, a sudden tear— Caught inside the jaws of fear.

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