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IF ONLY

I sat on the edge of the fenceAs many held placards in defenseOf their beloveds made to turn soilThrough some negligence, still I recoil IITheir voices act like noisesNoises I felt were part of their many choicesBut could have been kept…to save those pores which wept…under the sun’s angry toilAnd so I got comfortable on […]