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Tanveer's Shirt
January 8 1971, Faujdarhat Cadet College, Bangladesh And his hands, would point, and tremble; he moved them at some random synchronization that only he understood, some “struggle with God,” and his trembling hands curled into a finger, and then the tiger – or man – stepped off his podium, and kicked it such that the plies of the wood would fly into themselves, and he began to walk towards a woman, a woman with her scarf hanging off her head.
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The Diary of [REDACTED]
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my tears ricochet
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