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Mar 2022
my hand rests on the window of your mind,
watching from the outside.
i will look for as long as you'll have me,
clearing away the fog and fears.
how absolutely fascinating it is
won't you let me inside?
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unnamed stargazer  she/her
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   Hakikur Rahman
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