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Short Torture
Open him up, where he lay,
Dissecting his brain is to say;
The torture is incomplete,
My tests are never to beat.
Open up the sweet air
With a little venom to dare;
Let the years go by with precision
On the understanding of a declaration.
Proclaim peace as much as can be
To satisfy me.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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