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It's over now, I thought.
Where had the gun gone?
What had I said?
A long lingering beep,
familiar faces throw me off my feet
Gunpoint.
Ah, yes. Gunpoint is where they held me.
Like a cloth, hang me up
And make me feel the burn
While witnessing all other weathers, I churn,
Mumbling, mustering and mourning my veracity.
- Navya Dayapathy - 10 L
