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Nov 2015
There is no distance
like the space that there is
between me and
this old photograph
resting on the
the most immediate side
of my bed.
What should I give to be able to trace the lines on your face again?
Hanna Mae Mata
Written by
Hanna Mae Mata  21/F/Ph
(21/F/Ph)   
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