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Jan 2016
You left a mark
when you went away
and I know that my hands
will never feel the same
as they did before learning
your name, your games,
your lessons, and the
weight of your pain.
Alyanna de Jesus
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Alyanna de Jesus  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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