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Jan 2022
I met fame
and asked her
why does she act so pricey
and she asked
“Do I? I didn’t know people wanted me.”
I met fame
and told her
people sell their soul for a little bit of her
and she answered
“Sorry for them, but I don’t have much to offer.”
I met fame
I asked her
why very few people could deal with her
and she answered
“I am sure it’s them, it can’t  be me”
Written by
Jairaj Padmanabhan  M/Mumbai
(M/Mumbai)   
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