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You can hold my hand

Do you like it when I'm away?

If I went and hurt my body

Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you

I need you here to stay

I broke all my bones that day I found you

Crying at the lake

Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden?

Oh, and if I could take it all back

I swear that I would pull you from the tide

'Cause there is something, and there is nothing

There is nothing in between

And in my eyes, there is a tiny dancer

Watching over me, he's singing

"She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a boy"

He's singing, "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook"

"Line Without a Hook" by Ricky Montgomery

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Outcast

Outcast She was working Working around the clock Meagre minutes to spare Her circles shrinking Fading constellations Outcast

Outcast Voices nagging, judging Running out of luck This world a dare She prioritizes, success chasing Fueling ambitions Outcast

Outcast Not living Is it her fault to be stuck Fate ain’t fair She’s barely surviving Drowning expectations Outcast

— Raihana Funoon

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“Don’t wander away from yourself to get close to someone else.”

— Unknown

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Fatimah Asghar, How’d Your Parents Die Again?

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Bees having tea, 2023

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Unsent Letter #070624

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my sister got me dried flowers,

she saved them from being abandoned

and all my mind in this hour

slipping like ice in a lost kindgom

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Unsent Letter #050422 (Short Ver.)

They said, That we'd never last long Cause we're too young And bound to be wrong. Clouds drift apart The wind sways in my heart. Now I wonder if we Ever put our names first? Cassettes keep playing Words are scattered. Now we're too two lost celestial bodies You were my henna stained dreams & moons But I'm a star far. Why do we gravitate only to Float on the parallel sides? Never intersecting, beautiful tragics.

— Raihana Funoon

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Unsent Letter #050422 (Long Ver.)

They said, That we'd never last long Cause we're too young & bound to be wrong. Arrayed in all black & a pair of glasses, You're too far even when you're here Juxtaposing my mind.

"Erase all lines" Fingers trembling I drew you I did, an euphemism.

Tripping on cloud nine Dripping on your promises "Don't wait, it'll come" Slipping on ice, minus nine.

Clouds drift apart The wind sways in my heart I raise my whispers to the skies Heart heaving sighs To my Lord, throughout the night "Please keep us forever, Even if it takes a miracle, Even if it takes a fairytale" Whatever it takes. Repetitions.

Now I wonder if we Ever put our names first? Would we ever hear the answer? Cassettes keep playing Charlie Puth & 'We Don't Talk Anymore'. Empty texts, waiting even if I were told not to. "Someday someone will choose you and I will keep choosing you", an allusion?

Words are scattered. Now we're too two lost celestial bodies Our personalities two worlds apart. You were my henna stained dreams & moons I was forgotten & fading.

Why do we gravitate only to Float on the parallel sides? Never intersecting geometry, Beautiful blues, metaphorical you Which is to say, you're my moon.

— Raihana Funoon

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i wish i were here

Paradise. 

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It hurts when you know what it feels like to love, but don't know what it feels like to be loved.

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one of my all time favourite poem, stays close to my heart

home calls you back in your mother tongue/

a language of love, comfort and most of all

a kind promise of belonging

while you spend your summer nights fretting

if the home you left still remembers you

here is your elixir— it does

it remembers the first day of your arrival

all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed

remembers the easy laugh of youthful years

and stories of every day shared without fear

remembers how in its rather sufficient space

you chose the kitchen to shed your tears

remembers the dreams you saw in secrecy

and the ones you left your house with

and tell me- how could it not?

for who said a home is without a breath

when the walls you leaned on miss your scent

the air still chimes with the laughs you spent

and the floor recalls the sound of your steps

for who said a home does not know

of all the jokes exchanged in shadows

of hours long conversations on calls

of mistakes, heartbreaks and flaws

so hold your heart with a patience

that mirrors that of the home you left

for you are not alone in your loneliness/

for the home you wish to embrace

is waiting for you with open arms

it always has been

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Mary Oliver, “When I Am Among the Trees.” Thirst

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Moon's vast lava plain, Mare Imbrium close-up

l Roger Hyman l Jan 2022

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“you are still learning. you are still changing. you are still growing. breathe. you will find your way.”

— Unknown