AMINUR RAHMAN
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Life: 2
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Just a while back, I
was very far away from my own senses --
where exactly I was,
I do not remember.
A few moments from my life
merged with the wind with a mere blow
from my mouth.
Was I eating, walking, or was I
making love to a woman?
No, no, I remember nothing.
I cannot remember anything,
not even
my own lost time.