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Pangs of conscience

by Shehnaz Gujral
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A sharp stab of soreness

Worn out! She sat back down

Was this the fire that wolfed

Her peace of mind?

Snarling as a sting of the honeybee

Scarlet red, the flow in her veins

Honey was the cure of her pain!

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