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Jul 2020
Silence, silence everywhere
The plates and forks stacked in the kitchen
Start Falling

Breaking into pieces with edges
Which can cut open my skin

The monotony of the night is pierced
By stifled shrieks

Nobody, there's nobody outside
The patrol of the spirits
Is Starting

The hours are going backward
In time.
We shall soon see the sun rise into afternoon
And dissipate into dawn.
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Somewhere over nowhere  17/F
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   Ayesha and Imran Islam
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