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Mar 2021
Come upon the screen
I long to be like the past
with delight in the molecules around me
that run across the house like I had been;
I wish they last
but the only thing left is me.

I wish they last
but the only thing left is me
I miss the times I played on the deck and trampoline. Looking at myself on my device everyday all day...
Written by
Joy Seowon
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   Hakikur Rahman
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