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Misery
Deepa Bahukhandi 
8 April 2021
Fresh, clean linen, proudly spread
Untimely grown stale
Crinkles appear, threads go bare
Dirty stains, unable to clean.

Relentless knocks, died unheard
Gasping for breath, biased game...
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