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Not a king, by Yamini Rana

I’ve pulled, I’ve held, I’ve been the lead. With no vices, and no dices, Benevolence, I bleed. For I need no bling, as I am no king. For I break and make, and weave worthy kings! Call me right hand, … Continue reading

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