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Nov 2014
She, who speaks the best for us,
She, who speaks to rein the truth,
I saw her drop the card last night
To the late emperor who shall sue her true.

She laid beneath his scars and dug,
She screamed , she pounded, she fought a war,
I saw her eat her cries away
To the only card she'd managed to lay.

She saw herself face the dark,
She dressed in white to mark it right,
I saw her hide her cards in brief
To the man she loved, the man you believed.

And still I sit and wonder out loud
Why the whiff was carried out so proud
I gazed so hard I blissed in peace
The emperor, who stuck behind the leash.
Late night joint.
Shreya Pokharel
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Shreya Pokharel  Himalayas. Nepal
(Himalayas. Nepal)   
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