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Feb 2022
Perhaps, it is the reflection
of a soundless dream,
or, may be the perception
of a reality
or, could be the deception
of a dementia.

Sometimes, it is the perfection
of an ignorance,
or, would be the illusion
of an inertia
or, might be the delusion
of an eroded idea.
Hakikur Rahman
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Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
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