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Jan 2019
Velvet banal that importunes
with its whiskers on the run,
I see through your ruse-
consoling me with your game
won't work unless you paid the theft of light
adjacent to a lake where the shoal is wrecked
by a knackered, paper-snatching hand, that's wise.
Written by
Anurag Mukherjee
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