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Fady in my life

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Description

Prose poem

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

Bangladesh, India (Bengali)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
fatty in my life. He was standing there in that library meeting hall. I could see only his backside a nice blue colored shirt with a nice looking skin with a lot of attitudes, in obvious ability. And I'm still thinking of him with his stupid mind in other stupidity. And then he saw me or one must say that he was able to locate me a moment ago. I was hugging now me, a student of creative writing class. She is now sitting with me right beside me. I did not bring my water bottle. Now me had her water bottle right in front of her. She was asking me, are you ready for your poem? I was ready. I had a printed page ready to be recited. I was deciphering my accountability within the last two years. Some new poems and a whole lot of prescribed medicines really. A whole lot of medicines color coated sugary treats in taming the pains of ongoing beating hearts. I was ready. I had my poem. The title of the poem was beautiful sadness. I was waiting in a library meeting hall. I had Fadi standing in front of me with a nice looking blue colored shirt with a nice looking skin and with a whole lot of attitudes in Seattle. And now me was asking me softly. I had two poems. Money is an angry poem and the other one is a bit sad. I do not know which one I should recite. I wanted to paint something. I wanted to clean something and I was gazing at Naomi's water bottle. Na Mi's own bottle