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Apr 11
I opened the door
to our studio apartment

To collect the strewn memories
That you have left
In the bedroom
on the kitchen floor
Looking over the balcony.


And everytime
I asked myself, darling!
Why me?
Why us?
Why now?
tahsin
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tahsin  38/M/Bangladesh
(38/M/Bangladesh)   
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