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Nov 2016
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They come,
They touch.
They walk away.
Money stacked
into my bra strap,
They touch.
They walk away.
Another night,
Another show.
Same fright,
Another pillow.
They come,
They pay.
And they walk away.
Anukriti Trivedi
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Anukriti Trivedi
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