Saturday, November 1, 2025

You Left For Money (Cathartic — No Harm, All Fire) Comments

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You sold our nights for coin, you bartered trust for gold,
Walked past the vows and warmth, left promises gone cold.
Your pockets fat with paper, your conscience light as air,
You thought your name protected you — I found my answer there.
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Pushp Sirohi
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