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Nov 2015
Is it the tide of people on the narrow pavement
the subtle stir of air, the strange claim of gravity,
Or some anonymous density resting atop the lights?
If not, tell me-
To whom do I owe your soul this night?
Hanna Mae Mata
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Hanna Mae Mata  21/F/Ph
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