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OATH




The day I swore an oath
was a holiday.
And it was witnessed
by multitude.

They stayed in their homes
while I swore in their presence.
They closed the markets
to be at the venue.

They know not if I lied.
They are curious of the truth.

For years, words of my oath
binds me.
For a day, ceremony of my oath

lasted.

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