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Rabeya Alam
Joined March 2021
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Falsehood
Sometimes I watch rivulets of raindrops drag along the glass pane and twirl my pale brown fingers along the cold glass, following. They’re skeletal almost. Tired now. Maybe the food was meant to do good. I did not touch it, except for the corner of the plate. The bouquet of roses on the table perforates my vision of the shared, familiar nose.
By Rabeya Alam3 years ago in Families